weird cough,
beard-off --
near the county line
prancing through the midsection
baring our midriffs
to the middle class
holy fucking christ
the horizon belches out a sunset
for any weak enough to care
measuring our beards
in the dead of night
starved for complacency
sure of it
old man carruthers
on the back porch
clutching a handbag and screaming bloody arson to the junk sky
balls aflame
he went into kitty's and never came out
open sores, breakfast cereals
tales of a lost boner
images of elite minstrels
adorned, encrusted
sleek with hair
rotten to the arteries
then we all got shot in the face
it was a weird day
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