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later, he made off for the hills
sharpening an ax that was smothered with grease
girls always gave him the look
the one that signified, gator
pool shootin for a few bills
little dilly dally 'round town
then came the bitter snuff lights out
catching crappy for the dark afternoon
that chimney was way too black
and red be it ever so red
made you think of the drain
that which we'll all go down eventually
that which sucks the deepest stream
and forgets all trees
as they weep for lasting wind
What problems
they grow from the nose
but the nose just doesn't care
so what is your problem, they ask
as you whittle time into a fork
you call a tongue