Peachy keen

America's scrambled signal is fine and dandy with me.

It stands infinitely peachy keen and clock tower
sharp shooters are the most.

Little licks of lead for skulls galore and all those
undergarments filled with shit and stomach bile are ultra-kool.

The desire you once had has lost it's appeal
and it surrenders to apathy.

So you shrug your shoulders having said your piece
and every time this happens you lose your grip
on the handle you once had.


Ray Strickland

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