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A vanishing of something we never got to see. All we've been left with are impressions, imaginings
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There was gonna be a rumble in our schoolyard. An outright brawl. It was gonna be just like Blackboard Jungle. Only real. Not some movie at the Duwamish Drive-In. Every boy in my school, it seemed like, was lined up outside except me. All the third and fourth graders…
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Ok American dogs. Here my first story I wrote when I only two days old! Then evil moderator delete me and story go away. Now I three days old. I try to remember.
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Once, in the past or future, but definitely not in the present, I worked as a transportation minister for a friendly dictator, whose name was neither Hitler, nor Stalin, nor Kim Jong-Un, but whose mustache was toothbrush, whose smile was sardonic to the p
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Eighty years since we last leaned to the Right, we have already
dug trenches in our head, built walls between skins and gods.
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“Fine, Tony, fine. I'm brilliant . How many times have I got to tell you my name is Donald now. All the time you're with that disgusting, “Donnie,” a grammar school name. Get some class. You own the matzo factory now. You're not just another…
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Got laid off from the band called
Hillary’s Pantsuits
There was just no work
Nowhere to go
Nothing more we could do
Is this the true Reneggnog?
Where they pull your eggnog
Away too soon
As in Renege
You know,
Reneggnog ?
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Men, Real men
Don't seem to like poetry
All that much
And don't want to get caught
Reading it, in public at least
Real men want to drink
And cuss and spit
In public
And birdsquirt too
Whatever that is
They wanna go around
Grabb
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I think I’m hearing Hitler’s boots
On a bunch of older coots
Running through the halls of power
Underneath the raving tower
I think I’m hearing Hitler’s boots
On a bunch of older coots
I’ve heard they’re selling a monarch’s coins
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You can forget about the Who’s Who
And the What’s What
What I really want to know is
How the heck the pain in my neck
Travelled all the way down to
My Ass, My Ass
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The light is always on in reality
The Gelatinous Mass is not something made up
By the Catholic Church
And even though a small deer may have come to the side of the road once
To lick the salt from your wounds
There will definitely be cheap fish
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It was on the Fake News today, Oh boy
They built a bridge from Alaska to Siberia
Called the Bridge Over Troubled Waters
Instead of a wall
And Putin came riding bareback on a pink unicorn
Into the White House and renamed it
The White Horse,
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These days, you seem to disappear like bread tasted and devoured
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