Put In The Dead Boy. He’s a F* Ringer

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He was referred to as a mental defect
Since his smile hung like a retired boxer’s gloves,
Draped over a drainpipe…

(Hear the trickle
Of knuckle walking
Footsteps)

He spoke to himself

Answering promises
With gibberish.

(On harvest days,
Soy shrieks for the trickle,

Men named Heinrich
Raise their scythes
And decapitate

Summer beach tunes
& bikini lines
& trouser snakes)

He licked the cat,
Swallowed the hairball
And was found blue
As America.

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