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globalfruitbat
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Se Is Going Nowhere In Five Insane Cannons
well, not anymore
well, yes
am I:gettin' some?
gettin' laid?
scorin' bone?
well, ... unequivocaly
No way No how--but not for lack of options
(no thanks, woody allen gives me ulcers)
But: before I
fretted
queried
pondered
suffered
and it all blew up--a swift night of disaster
anti-climaxed by the
maddog rumblings of an underage disease
Now? i sweat SWEAT
needing seven league boots to pond jump in a single bound
but army fatigues are closer to hand--so I'll cameoflague my desire; my claw-in-the-belly
soften my knife, my teeth for a willing receptacle
and lean back dressed to kill but I'm too well hidden (oops! you can;t see me!)
behind the blind, the little death is not for you darling army boy
I don't think
you can
ride this tiger
...how can a bush leopard
change her spot
top stop!
Rain will pour in and green me up nice
find out that those tired old fatigues
don't open me up
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