HUNG

Hanging From A Bar In City...

Feet To The Wall...

Afraid To Fall...

Though The Splattered Pattern

Would Be Very Pretty.

Tempted And Tainted By Danger's Dark Drawl...

That I Had Thought Clever...

Was Not Even Witty.

I'm Hung Out To Dry...

No Tear Drops To Cry...

No Witness To Mourn...

Now Isn't That Shitty?