Written for: The Twiglets #227 - silent, like sleep
Bedroom seemed silent,
we thought he was asleep,
'til he snorted like a tea kettle.
Only the sleep of the dead
she sleeps soundly
no expression on her face
chaos in nightmares
That guy's gonna sleep with the fishes
said the Mob boss. Those were his wishes
He sent out his goons
with some cement shoes
and the fishes found him delicious!
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