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Mongrel #2

Your body knocks me back
your body is wax
yours truly,
mad max.

Your heart is gold
your heart is sold
yours truly
and forever cold.

Brrr…

I sit here on the cusp
discussing what om is
in the face of the rain
the reign of Saddam
Hussein’s rain.

Brrr…
Double brrr…

No control over my tongue is the one
is the sum
of one
plus one
equals.

My little melody
melodically
little Jerromy
therepeutically he went
awol/of the map/ballz/nutz.

Cuss at the curse of the cooing
CUCKOO!
CUCKOO!

Brrr…

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17 years ago

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Goatman. I Can only say that this piece places my gray to a thought of a soldier. I disagree. As to be a jarhead in the life he is to keep. So thanks anyway for the time in your gray. Understand that I hold not a word better than you so just my take friend. Steven A. Kacer