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I put wanted posters up

around the new water tower, where they

commit that crime.

Someone had sliced a smirk on a poster

a day later, another dozen were singed

like that fire.

So I ran about yesterday, shouting,

"Murder, murder, there's been a bloody murder",

Pedestrians became Olympic sprinters and my mother

she told me, "come home now".

An enforcer stopped me, demanding,

"Where did you see the murder?"

His eyes searched beyond me,

I said, "look around, you f*cker".

But no one ever hears over

The hungry hungry fire-breathing


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