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Mar 2014
"12 gauge iron piping"
i chant continuously

"where can I get me some of that
smooth, solid, 12 gauge
iron piping?"

the citygoers glance at me
and return to their business

i cannot stop myself
this chant I foresee
has no end

I grab a man by the shoulders
a burly man
he is terrified

"wh... whadya want?"
he asks nervously
pedestrians are starting to take notice

"iron piping! Get me some of that smooth iron piping!!"
"excuse me?"
several police officers are approaching now
i can smell them pigs

"ay pigs!!" i screech
as I run toward them
arms outstretched
ready to have me some ham
they draw their tasers and fire
too much voltage
I am gone
gsx
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gsx  Midwest
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