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Click hereThe crazy man licked roots with dirt on 'em
he wore a beard like the Middle Ages
we didn't want to talk to him
because he was probably silly enough
to not be very much fun,
even if it was clear and sunny
he probably wouldn't be very much fun,
it was cold and cloudy and we could see
his coffee breath blowin' out his nostrils
where we hid and watched and tickled
'til he went back to the Middle Ages
Maybe they exist. I like the title and once i read through the poem a couple times it grew on me. It's the sort of thing that I'd like no questions asked if I knew you wrote it quick after experiencing a J-Witness at the door, some one-off whole. There's not enough sex appeal in it, today I only love poems with loads of sex appeal.