Great American BizaareA Poem by Jerusalem Cricket
I'm pretty sure
all chaps are assless. widely known fact, that they actually lack brass, live behind glass & feed off the family's branch fat. coagulated scabs in copper pans & pots flocked way out back, they burned em all black; sun up floods too fast. youngins raised up on table scraps knew not of this fabled fat, only railroad spikes& bloody baseball bats, labor-flavored famine, ragged fingernails, and hammers, people with tails. tequila dirty needle slammers. white devils. black panthers. dry lands with crabs, habitats for cancer; free to breed as it pleased. the culture flawed, rotted, philistine. © 2015 Jerusalem CricketAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on February 4, 2015 Last Updated on February 4, 2015 AuthorJerusalem CricketCAAboutStuck in the tumbleweed trap on the outskirts of the World's Largest Meth-lab; the Art Gods keep me safe and sane. more..Writing
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