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Mongrel #1

Ehehehe.

He stands/his porch
flipping through/thesaurus
looking/alternate words for
France
and
three.

Ehehehe.

"Why, how do you madam?"
you wonder to yourself
"I am quite fine thankyou, sir."
how arguments arrive on front doorsteps
bearing chew lips.

Ehehehe.

You bear your blame
you monkey mongrel
you bear your hate,
(it's all hate)
(just fucking...)

Ehehehe.

You calm yourself down
and pour a glass of tea into a

Ehehehehe.

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17 years 1 month ago

Twisted

Goatman, I thought I was twisted as to poetry. You my friend have me bested as I shake my head. I will give you this my eyes were to look and look agian at what my mind was to read. You are a poet of a different kind I my friend enjoy that of you and say what the hell we are all different in the way we take a step. By the way I just posted a poem and would enjoy your thought of it. See ya on the flip side of life. Good luck and Gods speed. Steven A. Kacer