fallibly me? (porn prone?) he was so prone to accidents we had to chain him in bed, now he's dead. duck on his mouth and toothpaste in his ears. how he fears. floorboards creaking in the night, giving any monster right, is it alright? the clock ticks chimes bangs rhymes hums into the early hours of the sun, son. we sat and watched him for hours brought him flowers how he cowers. it's alright his feet are blue so are you caught a flu. saw the beat twinkle in his eyes how he cries. watch him cry... 991221 what's it to you? who go blather from