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2 weeks and a day (Free verse) by Bill Z Bub

work in the wee early mornings work by the light of inertia and hum work under owner's tactical warnings work on your poetry while playing dumb work for the scratch that compells like an itch work out new issues with an old bitch work when your eyelids are bruised by the sun work has become another rerun work for the good of absolute corporation work over the static of the radio station work is a culture of petty accusation work is acceptance of automatic damnation work is a vulture, an arrogant foul work by the scruff work by the scowl then PLAY in the rough dewed welcome of time or maybe just sleep and dream a life of crime

Imperfections 21-Jan-03/10:02 PM
No frills, striaght-forward, "rough," if you will. I couldn't pull it off, however you did it amazingly.




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