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Node out if Trump
pad hiz way...
this scrivener would
batten down in skidrow

with the missus,
the latter who would veto
such misery, none
the less, she would

most likely experience
a sense of helplessness too,
which poetic title just came
to mum mind, cuz panic

stricken thoughts rue
asper what if that figurative
wellspring of government
small largesse

(electronically deposited
beginning of each month)
dried up sue
sink lee forcing me out

onto the brutally cold
bleak domain queue
wing up to the next
available steaming manhole

sink or mebbe best firm
me tug hoe to Peru
walking all the
way there (devoid

of money, would disallow
choice to drive or access
public transit), ooh
such hardship would

constitute an offal
spell, which more
likely, would find me
dead aah with new

more hardship,
(yea of corpse
this chap joking,
but gallows hue

more about cease
sing to exists),
but forced at the
mercy of teenage mew

ninja turtles, or
worse...stuck in rat
infested hole in wall
smelling like a loo

hmm...juiced perhaps
rapping on the door
of a Synagogue, could allow
admittance for this

enthusiastic, basic atheistic
Unitarian, though of Jew
whoosh heritage,
though aye knew

nary a whit aboot Semitic culture,
I maze well high tail north
in search for cold
storage in an igloo

calling out across the
miles of frozen tundra
"YOU HOO...LUCY?...DESI?...
...ANY BODY HOME?" when

of course irritable bowel
syndrome kicks in putting
cramp on me glue
tee us maximus. finding

yours truly to ejaculate a stronger
expletive than "FOO,"
which utterance does absolutely
nothing to remedy, thus...

imagine this poet stranded in
the middle of nowhere
with mush aboot doo doo
on my mind, and/or
same in his pants!