the anondyne belligerence of the comatose
dissolves the ecstatic fulminations
of the growing boy in hot tears
here is insolence indeed
just when your best friend is crowned king
the laughing mastodons of necessity
overwhelm the posturing quoters of regulations
sad, but totally understandable
very well, then, order the expenses to be approved
but do it yesterday
in the best traditions of the department
the time honored traditions of expedient delivery
what? did i hear you correctly?
there is no more vanilla extract in the medicine cabinet?
i have always known you hated me
it all goes back to the summer day
when we first met
at jerry’s thin crust pizza in detroit michigan
which no longer exists
except in a faded photograph
in the wind, and the sad rain
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