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Coca leaf distillate, lightly diluted,
Is in my possession. I'm happy as hell,
And I'm eager to tell you, oh, Christ,
About anything: fires have set alight
Half of the west, and the polls say
The Democrats' milquetoast is leading
The dark, fascist moron in most
Of the polls, and a hurricane's coming,
And various members of more-or-less
Idolized so-called celebrities have
Unclothed their asses. How splendid
Is that? And the things that are apt
To dismay me tomorrow, when all
Of my coca leaf extract is gone,
Are as distant as Neptune or maybe
Uranus. Your anus? That's funny!
I'm happy as hell. I really don't care
How you feel.




Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-09-16 at 00:22

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