With Apologies to My Dad and Mom
Partner, do I look like a Friendly
character?
Take your pilgrim by the hand,
and spike your Hair to
the Rafters
It's harder when you're being
targeted, or
just minding your Own business,
pumping Gas
The hills are alive with the
Latest fresh flavor
impossible to follow
C'mon, during your finest
impression of a
drunken lunatic
or Escorting the Pure through
your hometown
My folks say sex in my
poems is a metaphor
for something else
well, obviously, trapped
Behind the long chilly Zipper
concocting better words for "alone"
Wax your way thru thick layers
of cheap Persona
Until you're there, the Land
of shiny escalators
and checking messages
Dig big to find more Excuses
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