FAST IN THE THICKET
Only now I wish, do I, that there
was a serum to take - as when I
was a kid and the crooks were
always being given 'Truth Serum'
by the Feds, to talk. My tongue has
been tattered many years back: now
tired of its misappropriation, it only
demands that I drink and riot. Not
me, these days, not me.
-
I used to do my share : had I a dollar
for every beer I pissed away, I'd be
rich now as MacDonald's. The
motorcycle fairies repaid all my
wishes, with chains and knuckles,
and ball-peen hammers too. I never
said a word.
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Peeled tongue and silent matter,
fast in the thicket, I stayed alive.
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