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Assigned Seating
Ode To Bus Stops
Ode To Pillows
My Toy
I'm A Geeyok, Beeyotch!
Ernst Bitterman's Sakura Stream of Consciousness
Drowned Sorrows Resurrected
Evil Toaster
A Poem In Three Parts
If I Were A Pinhead
Nude Winter Morning
After the Storm
Farting In An Antique Shop
If I Were An Artist
by Flipperson Wheyside
If I were an artist
I would sell out.
I would move to the sea
and draw pictures of people
as though they were a gleefully happy Whoozzit or Whazzat or Whereditgo
in a fictious illustrated work by Dr. Seuss.
For $15 each.
I would infringe on copyrights
and they couldn't catch me
because nobody would know those docks as good as I.
I paid to sit here, I'll say whatever I God Damn please.

 

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