whale of dwindling pension plans,
backhands bend backwards, to black licorice news stands forgoing the
entire misshapen mishap,
ill tempered; and withered like a little sick pup
He whimpering on the ground with an old tin cup
fed up with fleas, surrounding his thicker wicker basket sanctuary
trees, like infectious bees digested stomach acid bath house, less than
modest for a mouse sipping honey from the hive mind.
Spit up for coffee cup mud, tin shin reflected girn of spirits and gin,
alcoholic's sin embodied the naughty shoddy, pretty kitty, embroidered
hoister gown
Ode to thee, waste of paper products, and Dixie cup smut, while minister
whisper, daughter sister secrets of the glimmering sinner.
Bound by a common thread thinner
Than the whole fathom of fabric, yards of magic blackjack, card trick
stacks, folded bets on wooden shelves, lined with nic nacks.
Stainshane
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