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Birds of a feather, writes wherever
Flock together even in ill tempered weather
Hob-Knob(ing) by plights assumed, resounding
Official sounding documentary, displaying literary
Drunken verse, spewed out of infected hearts, exacting
Musing minds, for laughter, love, death and/or social regrets
Just for fun, or for fee in sum, spitting words on point begets
Dark and musky, delight and lovely, next on call by page to stage a slam to slay
We pray for memory in hears that listen near and afar to our ad-verses
From pubs to clubs, community action centerstage’d outreach, beseeching
Sound-cloud outbursts’ snaps and claps of fame, fortune telling chatter reigns
Spoken softly, soothing voiceovers, looseleaf to tablets, pen inks staining and bruising
Catching cold, from shoulder shrugs of indifference to writing inference
Flipping foul tipped, poison pen messages, to lovers lost last and powers abusing
Dredging up past childhood scarring, producing straight jarring read flashback effects
Only to realize, way too late, that we are talkiin’ bout ourselves, cuz most bars close at four!
