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DINING WITH JUNKIES ON THE NOD

Bluegreen turquoise bloated arm trimmed
Blackened filth finger nails reach
ninety-nine cents
wax paper and sugar
Cheep talk sweet
the lazy meal

Coffee cup lids smoky ash
And the stupid breath's at your back
Listerine love
walks the talk

For only twenty-seven cents more
french fries grease salt safely the wounded soul
out of cigarettes

Dining with junkies on the nod
A lazy meal
Sweet is the swell

Man's motorcycle boot dirty mud clots
mustard and tomato salad bar
Laps up the ranch
dressing me down

You give me fever
bend me over
take my temperature for ten
Slap me silly I'm ready to eat
Starve a cold and feed a fever
Feed a fever

Dining with junkies on the nod
A lazy meal
Sweet is the swell

Leftover greens
garbage bags
Hypo-screams
disposable pepper shakers
gut into
shove up into
bleeding cunts needing funk
Turn up the muzak and feel the attack

Up the nod slump
over tinfoil trash
It's too fine
Dining with junkies on the nod
A lazy meal
The swell is sweet

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