billy the kid played to false gods
until the brag suddenly appeared
out of the lowlands
but the butterflies laughed at his fake necktie
all my so clever friends
hid their notebooks when they got on the train
but their corruscated youthfulness
was colored irredeemably by their imploring eyelashes
nevertheless the mountebanks
disbursed the new schedule of pity
after the brouhaha of the cancellation
as the crowds drifted away
this is my burst offer
the chancellor reprated repeatedly
as the machinery threatened to break down
if its hyenaish defenestrations were not properly countenanced
it went on like this for a long time
until sam littleton had seen enough
and the justice of the peace hauled the locksmith away
in the grand scheme of last and lost things
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