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Peace to the Gods, What's up?

by Johnny Crimson

Poetry ate my sister
then lapped up my dinner too.
Pastrami in a soup bowl;
just what's a whore to do?

Beggin' Bits
Bacon-less
Beggin' Strips

Carnal clocks surmised to deconstruct our lies where Confucius fishes out the minnows from the flies.

Beggin' Bits
Bacon-less
Beggin' Strips

Simple Jillian Potter tucks her head inside her shell,
and the more the Quakers gawk at her, the closer they come to hell.

Keep your legs crossed, bolted, chained, vice-gripped, fort knoxed, and un-pickable, capish?

07/02/2019

Posted on 07/02/2019
Copyright © 2019 Johnny Crimson

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