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A Little Piece

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Justice of the Piece

I don't doubt that there
are things I've nevr dreamed
but I've dreamed
a lot
drat scat romeo in
fickle licence for
firearms and a rock
of goddamned if I
do or goddamned
if I don't want a
lonely thing more
than the lesser things

when I get half hard
pass out from that much
blood leaves my brain
LIGHT headed fanatic
crutchin his way to
gods condominimums
wide eyed looking for you
can't get my pistol warm
fore dawn in the sike ward
less you make that little groan
and your throat is my scabbard
jus my luck o the irish coffee
grounds and tea leaves mute
wetnesses we need