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Monday, Jun 17, 2002
keepsake
still earning
piled in a worthless heap
still churning
exploring mysteries off the deep
still turning
as i feel the ours creep
still learning
that im so ing what i reap
still yearning
flailing when i should have leaped
still burning
as i lay me down to sleep
word to your mithra
a domesticated animus
a robust distrust of bluster
a social blighted plight
a jagged jettys spiral duster
a deadened eye dickered
over a matriliminal custer
with time to make a fuss
spews out the fiercest fluster
you havent got a clue
if you cant detect the lustre
luke warm
be warned
this is your final rapprochement
theyre weaving you in
you essay
theyre wearing old glory
theyre reaching their goal
yeah, you know the story
as youve lost your sole
theyre kicking it up (stairs)
while youre flagging within (stares)
its two for the cup
and one for the been
sock it to me?
plum bums
the washington post revisits watergate 30 years later.
shit kickers