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[rooster05]

grab me some tach-its for the zorch gun
quickly now,
it's time the prices change.

for he wants that deal,
she has a bad back
(as always, all over).

they, the same kind of
people who peel back
that banana and toss it
to the tile floor,
(black and white)
to see me slip? 
watch me lose a tooth?
why so they can laugh roar
at my monkey man
dance,
their great humor
patting my head, my rear,
"what can you do?"
they mouth their complaints
and finger their own asses
with kleenex and
mine with
cheese cloth.

what I should say is,
I know her well, even
though she's as different
as sunlight from
boca burger, from
blue denim jeans so tight,
plastic flower hair clip
from pushmower in the backyard,
this I know and
I know that I've seen
her several times
and she's so defeated and lonely and disillusioned
some say jaded
with her life so uncomfortable,
her eyes scan quickly
for thoughts unsettled searching scanning the boards
for change,
just as I do
(in shadier portions of course),
and that's why I've seen her
so vividly and
vaguely,
scream to myself at her,
"who are you?
what can you do?"