BUSTED my lip, and turned my tears
into blood, flipped a coin into the
sky, and the funny part, it didnt come
back down, i guess the clouds stole
it, or a ghost from my past, and the
streetwalkers, and racketeers, and
angels, and the privilege, stand up to
sing, the problem, every one forgot the
words....
DAVID GERARDINO
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/busted-my-lip/
