Sleazeball Poems - Poems about Sleazeball

...On the sunset porch, I spatter my breath. Return the favor so that can fulfill my task. I'm merely observing people passing through. Continue speaking with sleazeball lips. Remnants......

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...Murk Rammer froze as he felt the nuzzle of a snub-nosed thirty-eight’s deadly muzzle. Louis The Retch poked it into his back. “The jig’s up, Rammer. I ain’t cuttin’ no slack.” Murk had been tri......

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