Scotty Dogg Poems

I’m here hoping not to crack
Rolling, wobbling near the edge
In my perfectness.
I came first with my smooth
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Into walmarty plummers you know.
Crack. Open to the public.
Some brown yes, I know.
Lightin’ a freakin’ smoke.
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Crawling towards the round spot of light,
(a spot light)
in the middle of the floor; (everything
else black) you start digging
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Inside a cabin, I
chew Ma's
fat while the gang
checks
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Sliding down my pants
some would say retard
without the constant
sylvan lump “Run, ” go
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The rat’s skin was scraped off the flesh
As I tied it up to the mailbox.
I screamed in delight when you pulled
Up and questioned my sanity.
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Our
black boots
hold ice cube
toes,
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Don't carve out my rough and bumpy parts
as they're good for mastication and steering
from salty towns to bitter hubs. How might
I whistle your name clearly? Twist me to
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you followed the yellow
sport
coat all over the airport
knowing he was a spy
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