His dented shield face
angles out drunkways
Pollen smears on eyes
and other cracks
"What a friend we have
and the broken brick front
vertices picked stitches
Beak cadmium jabs at factish grass
black plumes near gloss black
"Go on till we all fall in the hole don't laugh"
"This is the walk heh this is y'body hah"
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