What
who you I say
To toy with me for a day
For a week or a month
Like me now for a minite
For an hour
FOR LUST TO DEVOUR
Damn I swallowed the seed
What indeed
Made me write something great
Like a seedless damn yankee
Blowing a redneck away
go for the gusto
That is the way
Hop on the train of truth
possum tastes better than coon
road kill will will tell you the truth
Give me a chance
To romance
Your road kill
to dance to dance to dance.
poem by John Shea
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