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A Facebook Poem – May 21, 2018

Now I smoke pot with students,

Tell dirty jokes in verse,

Watch fucked up movies that make me

Feel like screaming for free soup.

I host kareoke and enjoy prosperity

Unbruised, skin calloused by time.

My bank got robbed, but this

Bandage will keep the blood from flowing,

And eventually my woman instincts

Will kick in and I’ll

Make us some sandwiches.