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Dec 2014
The string on the kite spool is made of doll hair
Mincemeat pies
Someones trying to get my goat
It's the stutterer with a broken nose trying to read aloud

"Ch ch ch choo choo choose yo yo yo your battles"
"A a a and d d d don't le le le let any any any anyone fi fi fi ffff fight them for for for for you"

I'll give it to him, it must of taken a lot for him to muster up enough guts to do that

There was a sign the said "Canebreaks" do they mean sugarcane or a rattle snake? I'm not going to check it out both are bad for my health

Over on the other side of the park is a hot blooded swindler
He'sΒ Β selling provisions
Tiny morsels of food for outrageous prices
For anyone with a dormant and insatiable appetite and no concept of money
He's bound to find someone who will take him up on his offer sooner or later

Over in the crowd I hear someone asking people to join her in a hostile take over or was it a harsh take down? Either way no one was into it
I'm not too sure she was either come to think of it, probably blowing off some smoke

Under the gazebo I see kids taking something
I guess sweaty foreheads that sheen and quavering ligaments are just modern ingredients to coming of age
But is couch lock necessary?

Now I'm face to face with my fifth grade teacher
She's got tenure now
She's barefoot and has a dour look on her face
I can feel that she's tired of the same day in day out life she lives
But I guess there's no way of knowing for sure

Oh no, someones got a gun
There is always "That Guy"

Everyone runs, scatters
Moms pick up their children and run to their cars with their husbands right behind them

The drunks stumble, bumping into one another

Only when danger is near do you see how nimble and limber people can be

The gunman scales the chain link fence and fires of a few rounds and shouts, "I DON'T GIVE A **** IF THIS DOESN'T FIT THE ALLOTTED TIME SLOT!"
"ALL OUR CUMULATIVE SCORES ARE MISGIVEN AND THOSE WHO HAVE DESECRATED OUR VOWS WILL BE OVER TURNED!"
"IT'S A RACE TO THE OTHER SIDE AND IT'S FIRST TO THE FINISH!"

He put the nose of the gun to his face and pulled the trigger
His brains dangled on the chain link fence

Why did I have to over shoot the turn and wind up at this weird *** picnic/fair/festival/bloodbath thing?
Tommy Johnson
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Tommy Johnson  New Jersey
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