and yet another-- 

and yet another--

Bossing the Only Yahoo
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Let's say this is shit.
No fair talking theory that's deluded,
talking suave poetry,
slinging lines mucho wax-o,
moaning "thanks anyhow".

Some mean old asshole you invented fell,
lost on vote, popped pell-mell.
Other stuff flew off
slow laughing low in ambulances

We take what slakes and sigh inside,
another amnesiatic slouch, cursing, lost after sundown.
Ignoring any wisdom that shouts no.

Quiet down, said one lady at lunch,
or tell that I danced drunkenly
close at the big door.

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the last two were from naomi nye poems. buy them. she's genius.