In A Pickle

I was beside myself
When our eyes met
You let your hair down

In a pickle
On my heels
I put my foot in it
I threw myself down at your feet

I died laughing

#30/ Murder Is a Horse Race/ 5:1

Murder in the first degree
suitable for any occasion and anywhere
don’t do this justice
vengeful glee

an unprecedented lasting wave
turned public attention on the closed world 
so desperate to locate
that savage beast on the left
who was gunned down 

Now I cannot in truth object
I've crapped out over the years
``I've got an angel on my side.''
casting an even darker shadow over the future