Drazen Boskic

In Truth

In truth

My skin black and smooth

My poor secret in the incisor tooth


And in truth


Dewy – eyed migratory bird

Which one am I first second third

Well counting I sure have learned


In truth

Sobbin’ is just nothing for a nice dobbin

But I followed the golden rules

Milked my love into your shoes


In truth


I just liked stag – beetle and the quince

Pull off the paper around your meat

Think you need a new skin

Think that’s where I’ve already been

In truth

In truth


I might be a civilized pumpkin

But you’ re sure suckin’ 

Here the key

But the uniform only is fascinating


And in truth

And in truth

My skin’s still black and smooth

Lucky you

Never used my incisor tooth




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Published on e-Stories.org on 06/24/2006.


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