odd walk

was a odd walk
Through the dark park
Where the dog parks
His log art
And androids
That scan voids
Take a sample of
canned toys
I can't avoid
That damned joy
If people peep me
 on the street
And say damn boy
So sweetly
So i leap
In my feetsies
Pins and needles
Im sleepy
Thatís a old world
That needs me
But I buried
Now Iím bean me
And what I see
Become thinks iíve
Been thinking
On my weird walk
Walking veering
Let the beer talk
Talking to the beer
Finish this poem off
And have another dear
Written by beanbandit (David Gonzales)
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