by Tracy Mckever

My face turns pale
As I'm waiting to exhale
My body's become frail
I've been ROAD-DEAD by the RAIL
Been in jail without the bail
Ate bread that was stale
Worked as a FEE-MALE
Been up for sale
Had knots that read like Braille...
If you feel me let me hear you YALE
Walked long and lonely trails
Had no fairies for my tales
Let the darkness unveil
I speak nothing but all HAIL

Alias by Tracy Mckever

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