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Chum in the Water?
You came in loud like that was wise—
just flung your muddy paws around,
all growls and spit and cow-dumb eyes.
You came in loud.
This isn't turf. It’s neutral ground.
Your claws too dull to even fight—
the lie you told, that fish can drown.
My instrument full-throttle thrives
harvests now free range, as wolf-hound
altered ego preys the lines.
You came in loud.
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Jaymee Thomas
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