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but the Bisons were your true lovers
that grazed and gnawed and chewed
romancing your every cud
while down here
I was Tanked up
and ceremoniously spewed
but this wasn’t the only thing
that was churning like a screw
because there was that invasion
those herds escaped across the border
left their green grasses behind
amidst the panic and disorder
as they were bombed, smoked and mined

your extemperaneous flame
shall not fill my glass
bodily incandescant
my taste will never have
that touchy feely class
only residues shall remain
embezzled without your presence
the world watches as your multitudes
trample their way to a
blue and yellow heaven…………
CanisInc-Untis
Written by CanisInc-Untis
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© CanisInk-Untis 2022
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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