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As Spins The Nausea Wheel
I'll betcha dollars to doughnuts that:
"She'll be
comin'round
d'mountain when
she
cums"
As
such
was
a
story of a life.....my life......yOur life,
as wee live a fictific life of
sure fictivity.
It's as
much an anomaly of "Left of Right Life",
but ain't I (or I ain't)
gonna get caught fishin'in that
toil'et bowl,
of what someone might labeled as the "Frechette Flow".
Too
many
times
I took the ashes to the dust bin,to dump, and took
to be assaulted by "look, old man,
you too fuckin old'n'useless for such
"Nice Work if you can get it" as an
ornament fo' yo' peachy-tree, new life.
And
only
you can fathom what that new life can possibly be, (butt pleas, don't
take it on the chin
so
literally)
as pound out sabers for ploughshares, or or chicken gizzard futures.
Just let's hope the great Joey Gullino don't get resurrected for
to lend his likley ham-fist to the follisome fray.
(just can't leave it be, just can't leave it alone).
And so many shapes and sorts and sizings to choose from!
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