Saturday, March 19, 2011

it's raining on my grave

original story by horace p sternwall

adapted and illustrated by roy dismas




i was caught like a deer in the headlights



between the devil and the deep blue sea



i was up the creek without a paddle



and the tide was going out



what could i do, but just keep walking




walking and hoping, that somebody would give me a ride




it all began on a hot july day on nebraska




i had just gotten out of the pen





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1 comment:

Dan Leo said...

The ribs, the ribs...