Wasted Poem by B. V. Dahlen

Wasted

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It was our night to freak out,
Sing the Mickey Mouse Song,
Harmonize to honky tonk.
The Hut was wild
And packed and moving,
And everyone kept
Blowing their cool.
The Truck Stop was there.
'Great hair, Man'.
The Flowers of Evil
Sat and played chess
At a side table.
We improvised with Zappa,
And then went home
To crash or sleep it off.

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B. V. Dahlen

B. V. Dahlen

Hampton Roads, Virginia USA
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