Wednesday, June 3, 2020

12,860. IT WASN'T DEROGATORY

IT WASN'T DEROGATORY
My deep friends line the mission
hall, handing out bread to any who
come. Girls with fifteen kids included.
Ivy Day, like James Joyce had it  -  a
family of rogue attendees. Watch your
head, they're flinging something at us.
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I like to skip subjects; to run around 
the mulberry bush and look up skyward 
high. I like to polish the other guy's car. 
A regular chamois whammy, me.
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Another subject? Jeepers, you're never
satisfied. OK, I'll be flip. Impregnating
girls; I always enjoyed that bit. Nothing
bad was meant, don't get angry now.
How can we hear the echo if you first
won't let me yell?

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