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Quick regular

By Willem IndigoPublished 3 years ago • Updated 3 years ago • 1 min read
West Coast
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A regular because of the bars

Don’t bother looking for them,

No key, nothing to unlock.

Not as useful as his car

Dignity, gone before I saw him,

A new regular at my bar.

Motor mouth pushed out some airlock

Aliens never came back for the wreckage,

No key, nothing to unlock.

The injections put him on par

His reasoning doesn’t have to be mine,

Had nothing to do with those bars.

He survived ahead of my flock

What a runner, what a hyper lucid cock,

key, nothing should be locked.

“Lo and let go.

Return and rebuild the soul,

Regular inside her bars

My key created against her lock.”

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