a lament of lost America

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I was a quick wet boy

diving too deep for coins

all of your street light eyes

wide on my plastic toys

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but when the cops closed the fair

I cut down my blonde baby hair.

Stole me a dog eared map

and called for you everywhere

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Now I’m a fat house cat

nursing my sore blunt tongue

Watching the warm poison rats

curl through the wide fence cracks

 -I&W