when floating became too much

[iknowmaygun]

and i won't return

'til she's feeding me the fruits

by their stem

'til i dine on mutton

and wash it all down

by the barrel.

that's the last passage heard

in his tone

by any ear

for eternity

well,

at least in their lifetime.

(entrance stage left)

shocked to see the streetlight lynchings

he tells himself he's walked onto the wrong set again.
if he

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[vomitmeup]

my elbows have downsized, come on in, the water's fine