November 19, 2007 by inkling
tell me where your addictions nest, i’ll babysit,
says the man with the perfect grin and spin he will
gold from your cotton mine
and the names he gives you are prettier
each time
now you guess at the truth but his fingers
flash quickly and the spinning grows
faster and faster still
and the song that he sings flows deep in your ear
taking root in tidy rows
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