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poor Richard
with your black holes of laughter
you are not that poor
with humor abundant
Bolinas drunkard of short-lived fame
you crack the shit out of me
Every sentence is a tug at my stomach
I'm not sure why John tried to put me off you
or why I didn't rebel
someone's got to take someone seriously
I guess
but fuck that gas
or it will surely choke you
Just ain't war and peace
We'll die the death of ecstatic horses
"One day you are a mover/
the next, you're a loser/
yes you are"
So that's it
Life is digging the grave
and the wind is lighting the match