Dancing down highways
To tumble twisted-neck
Down church asiles
Bare bunned to the bone
To skidaddle frantic like
In sprinting down the strip
And into beer bore stores
To buy wine for the dogs
Who you are your grateful court
For tall tales and small pomes
Told half drunk on cheap rum
Bought from german super markets
With half realized intent
Of getting wasted


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