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If I stand on the 

coast with a 

dripping martini

will my tuxedo be

worn well?

If the one that I

love gets a job 

on her nose

will night be lit 

so nice?

If the puns

of tomorrow tell

themselves today

will I still give

a damn/dam?

 

Me with big heart

you with big boobs

us with posh shoes

drinking nice booze

the killers will lose

when explosives fall loose

and the stars will reclude

break my pen with your mood

and I’ll fall from the moon

for the sake of a tomb

built by island refuse

and a martini recluse

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