The Chief's Flagrant Nose, Yo—
It Got Bent A Bit.
Always Ready For A Pose.
Like When—
Two Party Cats Come Up To Bat.
On A Field With Lots Of Holes.
They Take A Swing And Hear A Ping.
Their Tails Begin To Explode
In A Mess Of Overload.
Cause Democracy By The Slice
Sits On A Bed Of Burnt Fried Rice
That Reeks Of Fear
And Barks At Peers.
That Want To Ride
Moment Time
In A Bag Of Pity Slime.
H.T. Manogue
www.shortsleeves.net
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