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Friday, October 11, 2019

ill-planned fates

The all nude glitter tits traveling
garage sale filth and judgment show
rolled into town stripping morals
right and left out in the rain
down to the bare ass minimum and
holy shit. You should have seen
how pure puritan indignation just
about rose up, and hollered more
than pretty much what you'd expect. This was
turn back the clock time, mind you -
somewhere in the twenties
I'd guess, so in those days
the town sheriff was all
-powerful, had created
the universe in six days
and could turn entire streets
to wine. He basically took
one look at that crowd of
innocent interloping misfits
and charlatans and says "hell,"
thinking right-enough
that was plain. The people,
seeing nothing happened,
drove spikes through the eyes
and hairdos of the vile ones,
fed them to dogs and cats
and buried the remains
between the pages left out
of history books. Now, I am
come like a judgment upon
that town. Because it was my pa
had tickets to the show and
got so pissed it was canceled,
it falls to me to figure out
something. Some fitting, nasty
bit of business for the kids
and kids of kids of those
hypocrite scumbags, well

don't blame me much. Once
you kick off a cycle of blood
and vengeance, you better be prepared
to jump every damn truck
after the ramp. 'Cause brother,

I'm ready here I

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