The daddy white grinch

I’m a test-tube baby only
I had a woman to keep me company.
These tomatoes the last whiff of roots
I’ll sneak into my brain never knew
a death bed, and that’s how I’ll go.
A Camel in my mouth, a kid by my foot
screaming tongues his limbs in seizure,
a moaning Remington in hope the red follows.

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~ by Jeremy on May 18, 2012.

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