Chuck Audette Poems

popcorn with the left
typing with the right
crunch crunch crunch
don't mind if i mistype
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i
just a fly
on the ceiling
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shhhh.....
.....drumming
they're coming...
and again,
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lying in the rain
we found a matted head
'who was it? '
I asked
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boredom
made me quite irate
so I ate my watch
to demonstrate
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I dotted my is
and crossed my ts
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As children -
we didn't know why it was
but Mom's favorite answer
was...'Because! '
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writing a poem
while in the john
damn it!
that didn't take long.
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some money I was desperately needing
gambling debts paid or I'd soon be bleeding
my bar was already deep in the red
'youse got insurance? ', the mob guy said
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