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at large has anyone seen my poem? it has tusks like a boar and bristles like a hog only one leg with a club foot of pigeon toes it stalks the streets with holes in its pockets hands wrapped around its pecker, answers to "john" if you'll give it up for twenty bucks it learned to drive in a traffic jam, learned to sing in a bath-house, learned to drink with your mother and that's not all it learned from her if you see my poem won't you please drive it home? my poem spits at cops my poem drinks all your wine my poem leaves the toilet seat up and pisses in the soap dish my poem bets longshots and wears an old man's hat my poem eats beans and hard tack and never changes its socks there's an a.p.b. out on my poem my poem is armed and dangerous my poem hates a dry fuck my poem yells fire in crowded bars my poem painted "I LOVE YOU" on your bridge my poem reads the bathroom wall my poem needs sensitivity training and a bath my poem stares at retarded people my poem lurks in the gangster's shadow my poem's drunk AT NOON my poem never knows when to call it a day my poem has a wet nose and a black eye likes to hunch the legs of old jewish women down boy! heel!
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