Mow Down

I found the gateway….To mow (down) any stomachache…. (Touched) By your sweat…. Liquidated …. any honor… I put, into your heart…. Atomize…. any memory or dream…. Exterminated…. the sound of your…(Voice)…. The battles….The discomfort…. And headaches… My poor… damage feet, walked everyday…. For amusement and Hanky-panky….. Was… your , welcome mat… If I would…. of.... known, oh my…. I woulda, pulled out your.… blueprint…. Then take out my…. Passport…. Leaving your ….horrors and stains behind…. Glorification…. between us, was only a memory or dream…. Sorry….. I don’t know which… I guess, kill powder…. Passes… in my skin…. Delilah Ventura