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lee = A Dog Send!
Node out
if Trump
pad hiz way...
this scrivener would
batten down
in skidrow
with the
missus,
the latter who
would veto
such misery,
none
the less,
she would
most likely
experience
a sense of
helplessness too,
which poetic
title just came
to mum
mind, cuz panic
stricken
thoughts rue
asper what
if that figurative
wellspring
of government
small largesse
(electronically
deposited
beginning of
each month)
dried up sue
sink lee
forcing
me out
onto the
brutally cold
bleak domain queue
wing up
to the next
available
steaming manhole
sink or mebbe
best firm
me tug
hoe to Peru
walking
all the
way there
(devoid
of money,
would disallow
choice to
drive or access
public
transit), ooh
such hard
ship would
constitute
an offal
spell,
which more
likely, would
find me
dead aah
with new
more
hardship,
(yea of corpse
this chap joking,
but gallows hue
more about cease
sing to exists),
but forced
at the
mercy of
teenage mew
ninja turtles, or
worse...stuck in rat
infested hole in wall
smelling like a loo
hmm...
juiced perhaps
rapping on
the door
of a Synagogue,
could allow
admittance
for this
enthusiastic,
basic atheistic
Unitarian,
though of Jew
whoosh heritage,
though
aye knew
nary a whit aboot
Semitic culture,
I maze well
high tail north
in search
for cold
storage in
an igloo
calling out
across the
miles of
frozen tundra
"YOU HOO...
LUCY?...DESI?...
...ANY BODY
HOME?" when
of course
irritable bowel
syndrome
kicks in putting
cramp on
me glue
tee us
maximus. finding
yours truly
to ejaculate a stronger
expletive
than "FOO,"
which utterance
does absolutely
nothing to
remedy, thus...
imagine this
poet stranded in
the middle
of nowhere
with mush
aboot doo doo
on my
mind, and/or
same in
his pants!
