neatly filed crab-traps
aboard his pickup truck
folded black chicken wire
he makes a buck per trap
i was told he has enough
to pay for his mortgage
for a pair of long nose
wire cutter, folding chair
and radio for music to go
that's one good investment
plus motrin for backaches
i need more, i get bored
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