Man
trust me
to take a dump
in the middle of a
pretty-good otherwise
poem,
right? Right
or wrong, it's
did and done. Cool
as a beast in heat
with no mate
in sight.
UNCOOL insight,
potentially. Or it could be
alright, or it might
be a big shot crack off
the broken back
of a baseball bat,
flying out of sight
foul,
but just
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