The crematorium barbecue

A greatest tedium, this living deal,
half filled with cups half filled
and it’s a sorry sun that sets here,
half filled with losers that eat well
like neutered dogs. This gentleman
was gentle once in his being, if not
his life all life-like when sweet him
wafted on the Nashville air cooked
by his court of peers to this lady’s nose,
her feeble her sniffing like a starved hound.
She didn’t know about the prison grounds.

 

alternate, “…She had ignored the prison grounds.”

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~ by Jeremy on May 23, 2012.

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