“My baby does the hanky panky.”
If I lived forever, I would
surround
Myself in 60s bubblegum popping
records snapping vinyl.
I would eat two tons of nacho
cheese. Then become sad and lonely
In a hill top box surrounded by
knotty pines and corrugated
Steel and making up songs to sell
and slander
In my head.
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