Chill Neanderthal It Is a Mercury Night
It is so cold
I feel
Like
A robot
Stove
No
Warm
Me
With
My old
War surplus
Gasbag
Viet Nam
Pants
Pulled
Over
My
Jeans
My
Body
Wants
Sex
My
Mind
Wants
Friends
Cooling
Already
To
A compromise
The
Inflatable
Santa
Next
Door
Just
Collapsed
Car
Screeching
Away
Ha
Ha
No
Point
In
Putting
Up
Those
Christmas
Lights
Tomorrow
Is there
it
Is
Raining
And
I
Miss
Carol
She
Gave
Me
The
Pants
After a
Protest
When
Copyright © Thomas Stanton | Year Posted 2009
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