Crupper Poem by chris bowen, a.k.a to wit

Crupper



grab.grab an instant heart
we are the chart toppers
stoppers.lofters.anti-climatic
trouble sapped it
sapped it big
the wig and the answer
we are the cancer
slammed her
slammed her fist
we are the wrist
wrist watch
saw a crotch
its was my scotch
tasted kinda nasty but tasted it anyway
the other day
i wonder who wondered who they are?

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