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Deepsouth Biblebelted Faux Haiku for a Fake Sunday

don't ye just wanna
die before the medicine
sinks in? I sure do

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nectar of life in
convenient capsular form-
I sure know thy dr'ill

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just what is it that
you do? I do what I th'ought
I knew, knowing naught

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I wish I could play
musique. Play play play, like a
player of musique

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my shit screams at me
to pay more attention. What
fckng shit indeed!

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indeed fckng shit
has paid my attention. I'll
ne'er know less for more

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tight encumbrance!
balls rollin down th'passway...
of no use at all

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he said she had hell
of-a-nerve to do what she
did. Me, I was numb

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he said what she did
was some brazen cowardice...
I was numb & dumb

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can cowardice be
indeed brazen? How many
cowards can I be?

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once & for all, it
will all be said best
in quiet laughter

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don't tell me what I
did back then. It was known be
fore I could be born

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ending in a thud,
terminal ex'tacy will
ever find it's way

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