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Thursday, September 13, 2012

Romantics, My Ass!

by Doug Draime

 Byron drilled him as he was
 coming in the door
 of Mary’s Bar,
 with his colt 44.

 The bullet hit Shelly
 just under the collarbone,
 and went through
 his silk blouse,
 coming out his right
 shoulder blade

 Then it hit Keats’
 cell phone, as he was calling
 the cops on his
 crazy-drunk friends, and he
 started thinking -  as parts
 of his phone flew all over
 the bar - that maybe
 these fuckers might just be
 revolutionaries, after all.

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