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kingdom of the whatnots

sure it's just a one-horse border
town but that horse'll run
forever long as you keep feedin it
satan in his summer dress make
you do things confess
things you didn't know
could happen make the
blowtorch go away

go ahead ask huey about
that patch watch his jaw set teeth
clench that eye squint he wanna blow
sumthin up

celestial dolls
tightrope moonbeams
agents market
schemes lonely priest & his big wet
dreams tell ya where to go to have
fun but fun is
overrated folks
feel that heat smell that
smoke two punch lines for every
joke we're in a giving

put yez on a dog sled run behind a
pack uh hungry hell hounds on a
mission salivate as they watch ya
mate two bucks above minimum
wage this ain't purgatory man
she's just an eighty-four inch blue
light special

the cockroaches here take your
luggage don't forget to tip they're
burly & five foot eight leave a mint
on yer pillow the one at the
gate is bigger tho doorman joe his
family runs the show watch out yez
come in late one of em might step
on yez doorman joe's family musta
had a gecko in the
woodpile he just stands there in his
uniform drooling & tryin to look
regal one of em accidentally stepped
on maggie & now she's all twacked
out on pills cuz of a bad

nihilistic teen emo with top shelf
makeup soothed in blood
orgies with his den
mother listens with her
bones hands sing paint zeus
with a gun to his head threatens to
leave it all to medusa in his will
alright meet my demands or the god
takes one to the temple

doorman joe likes his new
job his wife can afford to dress like
a hooker & his personal assistant laughs
a lot they have a lot to laugh
about tellin tales of humans stepped
on razor wire & pantry raids

 © John Kennan 5-2-21
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