Friday, December 20, 2019

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Story of an imaginary Hapless Gent.  I identify as a fictional character


I dont want to die
In Salem Missouri
No offense intended
 I said offensively
It just doesn't seem
Like the place to
Go back
 to Finish a story

I dont want to live
In Salina Kansas
But it follows me
Everywhere I go
It gets on you
no soap
 can wash it off
Everybody knows me
Exactly as I was
Not as I am
Or will be

So I exist
Somewhere in between
Happiness is a myth not meant to be
Part of me survives , they said
As I witness
The Poet
Kill The Bowler dead

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