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Even More Cherubs…Really?

(A Doggerel and Winging it at that.)

In between The Court Bards Broker and the Throttled Bandwidth
of bottle service and calm and scents commonsense…
flexes this new superstition Of a Thug Life without purpose, predicate,
predicament, or a get back bad break and back the fuck up back story.

Token tribal big testicle test patterns of fly paper drones and foul mouthed
lip synched moans of Tik Toc Tots all Ad hoc gesturing gussied up last century’s gang signs.

Hold the phone Ma! Don’t short them bit coins. Unless you’ve really soured on that Loin Star State.


I’m spry yet retired. I reside in the inner city of a major metropolitan area of the United States. I read politics. I watch baseball. I hum along with the tune. I June swoon, and moon the bad poem. Post here, are old and new. Opinions are my very own, except when wrong.

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