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the sign said Saratoga Police Dept
but for some reason he read it as Jonny Depp
parallelograms of quinoa serenading an overpopulation
of crock pots, lemonade stands confined to wheelchairs
she drank Coronas laying down, rodeos of obliged anal
confined behind flannel pajamas; her letters were written in Reno
and sent on seafaring vessels to Carl’s Jr, South Australia,
and this place that was pretending to be Rome
but it wasn’t really Rome, where calculators are falling for tornados
armed with eight fingers and a banjo shaped like a toilet
I mean, her new boyfriend smells like french fries and shampoo
Oh You Nasty Invaders!, His life now lived like a cracked debit card
their love was an indigenous species, and we all know what happens to
indigenous species They’re the first to go
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