Yellow Tinged Wind
Third shift- early morning
three-quarter moon
a skunk lifts its tail
flashing its shooter.
Rooting caffeine and cheap gas
this cluster of cops must be bored.
Staring at me like I'm going to rob the place.
Because of this ffin- yellow-tinged mask-
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