Great American Bizaare

Great American Bizaare

A Poem by Jerusalem Cricket

I'm pretty sure
all chaps are assless.
widely known fact,
that they actually lack brass,
live behind glass &
feed off
the family's branch fat.
coagulated scabs
in copper pans &
pots flocked
way out back,
they
burned em all black;
sun up floods too fast.

youngins raised up
on table scraps
knew not of this fabled fat,
only railroad spikes&
bloody baseball bats,
labor-flavored famine,
ragged
fingernails, and hammers,
people with tails.
tequila dirty
needle slammers.
white devils.
black panthers.

dry lands with crabs,
habitats for cancer;
free to breed as it pleased.
the culture flawed, rotted,
philistine.

© 2015 Jerusalem Cricket


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Jerusalem Cricket
hmm..

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like looking at a piss puddle by the railway.
you get me 9/10 times every time.

Posted 9 Years Ago



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