THAT FEATHERWEIGHT
FENCEPOST
The girl that I used to love has left me
and now there are no others; I am
mostly by myself, and any I invite
over end up only wanting young
sex. Jeepers, nothing more I can
do on that. The old style suits me
well enough and I am tired, already,
just thinking.
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What sort of muzzle does an old dog
get? I keep looking, but I can never
tell. People with dogs on leashes now
bore me; their tame is my death.
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