Dead body.

Two birds
Tiny
Black and gray
They said hello then flew away
Steel beast roars past
Likes his bike like his women
Hot
Loud
Fast
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I turn my head back to the wall
I knew for sure the fool would fall
I heard the crash
Dead body
Went to see if he had a stash
Flies were on him like an ass covered in bullshit
If you want your candy little boy
Then work for it
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Green caddy just raced past
Cop car chasing a gray jeep
Guess who’s in dead last?
Got what I came for
Heading back home
The joy of having no morals
That’s the way I am no matter where I roam
These towns are getting old
Don’t be dumb
You better pick up that money if you want her to give you some.

Dead body.

john blankenburg

Grafton, United States

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I remember writing this. Sitting out on the deck of my country apartment, summer of 2010. I was drinking beers and writing. When the rummbling of a passing Harley motorcycle reached over and took ahold of my mind and the pen that wrote on the paper that lay in front of me. Then I began to notice all those that made their way down this old secluded path. In this poem we taste the danger and the rebelion that possessed my soul and those who took to the twisting roads that day.

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