one more dream (not of worms)

"Not to me you don't !"
Held down deceiving-
Stephanie knicked her- she's bleeding now,
Dry of desire; garages
Retired of permanent doubt
(Now he's handling his spout
On his own)
Oh they're laughing
And leaving alone....
One more tear,
Though it's dropped
Dry as sand,
And I'll stop all my lying,
Not again am I crying my dear-
Hand me paper, I'll stare
At the wall
Blankly dying:
A wasted man trying
To value his life
While his innocent wife
Shakes her head once again;
So much terrible sin.
On crumpled up tissue
His lies again issued,
He sighs as he's dreaming
Of raw sewage steaming.
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