144 Proof Right Part 3 - Poem by JOE POEWHIT
The door closes oh Mayhem.
HAY! ! ! back...... Yea. double wine two ice cubes.
[ok] - 'whats new'? ? ? ? ? ? ?
Talking to the homeless vet. *park bench time*
Told me - Sabbath Saturday. - talking to the BUM-repent.
Blame Constantine for Sunday - SHOOK ME GOOD.
All sun worshipers - so SUNDAY - SOL ROMANS.
Who's to tell the EMPIRE different.
'wine tastes good' grew from that.
Don't tell the Pope that. 'EARTHQUAKES'.
Hear about the Wall Street regs.
YEA - like trying to collar snakes.
GOLDHAND - said the same.
7 year old trans hooker doing well.
'AID CITY HERE WE COME'
[another double wine-two cubes].
Heard there building a tent city farm community.
[economy, though what can you say].
YEA well - see you soon.
JAKES BOWL NEXT--
*follow line to door.
[WHATS WITH THE GOLD CLAD TIP]? ? ? ?
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