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their only son is undone

through wobble and shake
his yearned-for earthquake
(“yer a good man, charlie brown”)
score whores of niggers
on each streetlight bent
in the alleys
(“hey jude, you’ll do”)
there were the insides of petty wars
(there was heard the sickening of swallows)
against show tunes and pinafores
against the flavors of poets and faggots
amid baseball caps and back slaps
(“when you believe in things you don’t understand … then you suffer)
fire all about, but
you chose the wrong inferno, you fool!
(his dog knows his soul sits well away)
from burning barn bolted
they horses superstitious
(them horses just flat-out born to bolt)
so some suffer

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