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table scraps 2306 (05/07/2015)
dach zafoe
the cutting, the cunning ironist
the bulletproof monotheist
of megalomania bought in bulk
dollars a pound-- bervatim chokes
on words too big and concepts narrow
slow lips and fast thoughts,
getting by selling spare bone marrow
outsourced and infamous
faceless and nameless
praying at a telephone booth
halfway to damnation
calling collect on debts you don't owe me
can't owe ...
Friday 8th May 2015 6:19 am
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