When the panic gasps come around in clasps
And you feel slowly left to die low,
Then may come a day when you come to say
“Why the fuck do I live in Ohio?”
You try to buckle down and blow the town,
But you’re tide-ripped by the sky-tow.
Alas, though you yourself-compulse to try to avulse,
You just can’t fucking leave Ohio.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s