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Thursday, July 25, 2024

2 poems





albert jones

by dog e relaford


i have a friend
his name is albert jones
he isn’t real
but i feel him in my bones

albert is an outlaw
and loves the human race
he has beautiful thoughts
and is kept in his place

he walks down the street
like a cloud in the sky
no one says hello
i wonder why

bruce

by genghis gilgamesh


bruce was a guy
who never found fame
he never won
but he played the game

some knew him as smith
some knew him as brown
he was born on a bus
but lived downtown

his mama left him
when he was just a child
he did what they told him
and never ran wild

he was just a guy
who never found fame
he never won
but he played the game


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