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May 2014
Strange days indeed,
I was stranded
at the opera turnstile
earlier this evening
when this dude
in a purple tux
strolled right up,
stuck his face in mine,
seemed like a genuine creeper.

He didn't say a single word,
just dropped his shades
enough for me
to see his kaleidoscope-eyes
& smile with a forked tongue.
Then he spit acid
on the sidewalk
in front of me
& strutted away
cocky-like.


I couldn't believe his brazenness,
how rude was that?
But ***, that's typical for his kind.
I thought,
it's going to be a whole lot of fun
kicking some alien tail
when the invasion begins.
Jonny Angel
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