Dave Grigger
Dave Grigger is marinating in the tub.
Stopped by the Dollar-General and
got some bubble-bath. Feels like a
a jacuzzi at a midget night club filled
with gassy-ass dwarfs.
Reach for the cigs - wait -
dab hands on towel to dry.
Cool.
Now reach for the cigs, draw
one, like a blunted dagger
of delectable carcinogens.
Got no matches.
The head of a German Shepherd emerged
from the bubble bath.
My work was not finished, damn.
Gotta picket a few more abortion clinics.
Copyright © Samuel Durant | Year Posted 2014
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