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outlaw poetry

how i long for

a gentler time

when courtesy was still common

people opened doors for one another

and grace was more fashionable

than a no talent reality television hooker

with an oily horse ass

.

when i could get on a plane

bound for miami

with a dime bag of weed shoved

up my pussy

and a pearl handled .45

in my carry on bag

and no one seemed to mind

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