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It Oughta Come With Bread and a Few Wet Naps

Am I right
Did you just glimpse the end of the world
The dish best served hot
Wet and slick in my used condo
You may taste it
Oh I’d name a republic after you
Baby slip into the hibernation
Of bearskin rug
Nod into icy glass eyes
Be the flame
Locked door drawn blinds
Long dark
I think of it as mine
I think of it as ours
I never think of it as yours
The plate before us
Lapped up licked clean
Should I take your panting
For a smile
You need it
Eat this mint
We are being wined and dined
At the same time it has value
It doesn’t make us feel like cheapskates
The special

Posted 05/31/13
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