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Vicious anemone and seething
jabber jaws
descend upon the fountain home and perch
there.
Shitting and pecking,
cackling at undefined
madmen,
they follow their leader.
Jay died black chatters
blackboard screeches
about the life they know nil.
for
real
Umbrellas shade from light that they fear
and the thrill
of words keeps my ass planted here
What do I fear from praising a
madman?
While the joints of mendacity hold them together,
I
cannot pimp my analogies for even a moment of tame.
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