post candy

I'm a seven course junkie

with 200 to spare 

with a well lit bush

as my african flare

My half-broken glasses 

sit me in a fog, 

a frog

a new way of doing things 

to slow, 50's jazz

and a squeeze of lime

It's the blood in your eye

that makes me hot 

for a snow cone

on the 5th of July

Independent Betrayed.