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twelveoone
twelveoone
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a thousand dedications
played on Mexican radio
the night that you slept through
screw you
- Idiotius Ceasar

Grey the morning, better now
that the night sirens have died.
Nigh-Lite as poets might say.

A hearse disguised as an ice
cream truck in vice verse jingles
along. Muzak in the dead of dawn.

The bell gets the expected response
from vex generation though twittered
and youtubed. Thank you, Pavlov.*

Zombie Pop, a buck and a quarter.
Gray Matter Slushie, Primate,
Dog, or Bird sized? Dog -
Lemon, a buck ninety-five.

Keep the change? Oh!
Thank You, Miss PINK-
on-your-ass-walkaway.

This, a Master's gets you-
out seven cents on the tax.
Take it out my pay, Prabu.

Get a Doctorate!!!
You can Drive the Truck!!
Put the Future Up!
You're behind...


*Pavlov, a Russian, is generally regarded as the father of the American Fast Food Industry

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ishtatishtatalmost 13 years ago
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A five for the poem, and another 5 for the footnote. No other comment

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