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Fragmental (Free verse) by Bill Z Bub
What playful pens When we tasted every breath, only words for masks I'll hold a wake for the devil I barely remember that bleating face But I won't sleep while fools worship a golden boar. A dog catcher hunts in a dark wood. Get the breastplate stretcher! 20/20 hindsite Pan's retreat Pandemuck. Rough and ruddy knuckles A bowl of pills with milk less milk The lunatics salute. Go to sleep It's a hoax The living rise from the dead. Awake for the devil It was always a voluntary prison, The last gasp for capitalism Language is a fat slab of soap What will you do with it?

Up the ladder: identity theft
Down the ladder: You're Welcome

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Weighted score: 4.762871
Overall Rank: 11439
Posted: May 19, 2020 1:12 AM PDT; Last modified: May 20, 2020 3:21 PM PDT
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[n/a] Bill Z Bub @ ::1 | 19-May-20/2:34 AM | Reply
5am. No sleep. Got lost in the innerwebs. Are the spiders all gone? The weavers migrated?
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