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Nov 2014
You want to rot your guts?
drink cyanide,
guaranteed
they say,to decay
your inside bits
give you the *****
and poison all relationships.

I drink white *** and if
that Kingdom should ever come
I'll be ****** anyway,
another decay.

As the angels sing,I
look in the book,
can't read a thing,
Aramaic
archaic
it's all Greek to me.

Hush!
the librarian lied as I
fly and I swallow
more cyanide.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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