The next time the power goes out
I'll assume it's the beginning
of the End of the World
throw the Mossberg pump-action
in the back seat of my truck
quilts and cans of soup in the bed
and jump on Eighty-Seven
doing ninety-five
en route to the one
who cried that time
I was too drunk to proof-read.
I'd be lying if I said
there's any way I'd rather go down.
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