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Waste Case 666

firebreathing dragons
living out of cans
scrambling for coathangers to push tin or tubes
voices whisper in the stereo dynamo
of a wacky worn out ear
tomato skin sweating in the cold turkey night
shadows grunt
names are dealt
handshakes are made
little legs run on black grass
to pick up trash or treasure to feed the empty stomach swinging souls
burning in the libido of city rulers
hanging off of fishing rods we reel our own reality
i watch and forget to learn the lost lessons
of many years floating in a Scottish toilet
what we thought of freedom
didnt matter
as a matter of fact
freedom was like a condom
used abused and forgotten

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