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Hoppy Pillstead Mar 2014
I stumble home
a drunken drone
a woman walks beside me

she overtakes
I slow my pace
she clip clops
down a sideway

I turn to
I wet my shoe
I here the sound of trickling

There she squats
in ripped pop socks
on my doorstep she is *******
Jeff Barbanell Jun 2014
Look down
From on high
Lord knows
How bleeds your sharp knife
Incisor
My pack fights tooth and nail
Our brood suckles hard
Gets our due from each ****
Renewable Romulus and Remus
Makes Mother happy
Her pups engaged
Zeus burst his brain making you
Jupiter’s irrational exuberance
Pumped up
Hear me now
Believe me later
We guttersnipes must contend
With your white largesse
**** on us trickler
At least give us jobs
Blown handy our daily ****
Rather eat ***
Off a silver platter
Served by Salome

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