Short Coroners Poems

city fellas dey come to the bush,
the Crocodile barks from his moosh,(mouth)
they think they smart feller, fool ole yella,
more meat says the croc, n goes woosh,
death roll in the donga,
 no more linger longer, 
don't come to his table, 
coroners label, 
says eaten by croc,
 butt n toosh...

thank you Vienna Bombardieri...

Don Johnson...

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I wish I'd never found the coroners report
Empty bottle of Valium
Empty bottle of Imiprimine
More empty bottles
Two fifths of Vodka
One empty
One still full
Garage door closed
Hose from exhaust to wing window
Wasn't I enough for him to live for
Why daddy
Why did you leave me
My heart has been breaking for 36 years
Couldn't have lived at least for me...

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