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Make Great Friends

I pet the wild dogs when they came for me
and they tore me up 7% less.
The birds didn’t mind me mangled
but my priest did and my priest noticing me
was a new advancement 
like backyard bee cages and he made me
name a river for penance
and I named it Let Me Do That Again
and I walked back from where I came
and everything felt different
so I forgave where I came for changing while I was gone
but kept doing such mean shit
they had to change the maps because gasps
slashed up the topography but everyone got good
with that because the cartographers
that were flown in invented something called “indefinite beige”
and murders done in these spots
were forgotten easily because you needed to make great friends
to go looking for bones.
Posted 07/12/18
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