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crispies

it's a kamikaze
nose dive
bomb suicide
mission
ain't no
bobsled ride thru
purgatorio's amusement
park this
ain't no outta
the fryin pan but
that's a real fire
heeeere we go
wheeeee

glide in
paramilitarily
take to streets with
trusty spud
guns in hand
paratroopers
with weapons of
tater tots
extra crispy the
war was over before
it began ya coulda
let a fella know
this tan burns like
body tat remorse
no that's not my
girlfriend that's
medusa but my girl
will turn yez tuh
stone all the same
strike ya blind with
a wink don't blink we got
eyedrop solutions for
ya they won't help ya
see but will only
sting for a few
seconds

bobsleds in the
dark are
interesting
force my eyes
open and ride
me baby
i'm dying like a
tater tot on a
coat hanger at a
bonfire
sell the sizzle not the
steak
i like my
freedom extra
crispy

 © John Kennan 3-20-21
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