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from Smashing Time! (1st go . . . .)

Karavan Amigos


I’m crouching with the march of the penguins
in a oversized parka
a world not dead
but sometimes the erection
of a eunuch
as a wet tablecloth
as a community
you deserve better prigs
deep down beneath the maniacal weather
above the buts and the knaves
i’m dialing in and i don’t want to say it
dry coughs from the radiator
how this then rethinks me
there is this and there is that
vice will continue
harder is a part of speech
somebody’s drunk my milk

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linkwheel said…
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