(brief renderings) Joe Fazio
'You were lucky.'
People that get into accidents
and lose legs, arms, eyes and break
every bone in their body, often hear,
'You were lucky you weren't killed.'
To that I reply, 'Bullshit! If I were
lucky, I wouldn't be sittin' here,
with a tube up my ass and blowin'
into a straw, to make this
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