and stuffed me full of scripture.
They put me in a mailbox
with my dick sticking out of my mouth.
I came out of a dumpster
in a greasy tuxedo.
My tongue was in my pants
and the national disease
had inked its way into my skin
beneath the tousled glamour.
I was a prophylactic hammer
and the walls that came down
mostly came down on me.
They startled me with monotony
and I put them to sleep with flight.
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