Like any fisherman
with longer tales
than truth
I exaggerate my goods.
My six-shooter
is the only one I have
but its loaded cannonballs
are big enough
to knock off Baghdad
in less time than
a Thousand and One Nights
and unless
I prematurely implode
I better cool them
as the fuel rod is too hot
even for Chernobyl
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