you’re a bean bag
used as sock
on the foot of an all day apple picker
tired & tasty
the sun hasn’t been pointing it’s fine ass at you for seven years
those seven years of
“i can’t afford a Father to keep my nose clean”
but
“i sure can afford to clean out my nose”
tissue is only a dollar
one piece for your sweet pie
that has no inside
but you blow those brick bombs
& the naked builders
boo
you
cause’ your not Thompson
your tragic
5/25/09
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