brass tacks
showing you/ your best hands
look like a mirror or all your hands
trophy wife gets old
legs fall off at my bites.
buy shoes again, waste of it
all the walking,
a room carpeted in greenbacks,
sweat your chops for midwest summer
job,
feed off/ the dying
you laugh at me when i come in fear
say, how are you.
answers fall from outterspace.
07 March 2011
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badass last stanza
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