Standing around in his home,
J-Town,
Life is the same
Day to day.
Shuffling and muttering
His normal begs for scraps,
Around downtown.
Then back into
The safety zoo.
Where wee ones are welcome
To sleep alone.
Comfortable like
A convertable
In the hail.
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The Fullest of Crypts is in the Open Air
PoetryThe complete genocide of the human species in rhyming fashion. 1,558 words.