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hamburger blankets

Posted to Action Poetry

open the bottle
pour out the jack
jim has gone empty
there's no turnin back

rummage the memory
theres sure to be one
that sings of heartaches
or just fucking fun

idleness brings death
with all energy gone
while in desperation
i sing myself a song

in tune or tune out
what does it matter
pass me joint and
i'll be your mad hatter

cecil, putting a fine reputation at stake