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Are My Poems Somewhat Corny?
I speak in parables and occasionally tell lies,
Holy scriptures housing flames as rolling papers,
Spent a few nights eating nothing but salt from shakers.
Used to pray for the light but now disrespect favours,
Pay off my therapist when I need a compliment on my behaviour.
Yeah,
Sugar crystal bites and a diet of capers,
When the moon meets the landing,
I’ve got a fast to get breaking.
Got a booty call from at least one of my neighbours,
Spent a week over and forgot everything except winning a hundred dollars betting on the Lakers.
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R.P. Grcic
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