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Apr 2016
Doritos and cheese puffs
grease the tips of my fingers.
I'm a mess; a complete word press.
Undressed - more or less.

Mismatched socks
and I don't give a ****.
Just take them off
get in bed; let's beat the clock.

T-Rex joined a marching band.
A round of applause if you could.
The man deserves a hand.

A picture of you still
sits in my wallet.
I bring it out when
I'm at all the parties.

Cockroaches in the carpet.
I can't stop watching them frolic.
Nightcrawlers in a bucket.
I think they need a rocket.
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