Dave, a funny and
grumpy old topie
he likes to tell
jokes for people to
laugh at ease
he specifically likes
it done silently; he likes
to talk alone for other
people to listen completely
without a grunt and groan
of comment
he lifts every morning seven
push ups with a burning cigarette in
his mouth and brags about his health
he limps when he walks and fluent
in his talks, he dreams verbally
in English and never woke up to tell
i admire Dave, he means good by telling
dreams and innocent lies that he calls
'white lies', he was a soldier but lately
he is a teller of fairies
when he drinks, he hate fishes; he thinks
they are trying to emulate his habit
Aah! Dave the master and beyond.
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