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punk and
funk
phantasm
member only
jacket
the grass hill
the summer of
little stuart
asking questions
down
the hill
down on
ourselves
and a father
would lay
the smackdown
we’d climb
over
abandoned
dented up
dinged cars
we dreamed
we’d drive
the semi’s
but really
all we wanted
was
a luxury
apartment
and ya gotta
go to war
for that—
of sorts.
sorry
it’s the facts
so the sign
out front: “you deserve
to live here”
is moot
I have my own
pair of gloves
to smack you with
not made of
clown blood