one day you get old
your hair
will get more and more like
Ronald McDonald’s fluffed out
under the bash in the
rabbit felt
hat the booze nose pretending
to be
sunny
think the force of life still
stirring in those dun-brown
slash
manilla-buff moleskins is
gunna reach the crowd then
hey champ think again
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