Plumber snot is laced
with copper dust and solder paste.
Her body is so hot
that it leaves marks on my skin.
People smell burnt toast
before succumbing to a stroke.
The seagulls fled the fireworks
shot from barges on the Hudson.
My acquittal wasn't clear
so I wore her on my beard.
The red lights will confirm it:
I'm in fact at home in hell.
Raise your head and fill your chest
as you jettison the best.
I've drank with him a dozen times
but he don't know my name.
Rejected from the hive
drones search for food
until they die.
You say that I've had all of you
but now I want the rest.
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