by B. Joseph Biesek
Rendezvous at ASH if you’re criminal
Brothers in arms if you’re liminal
If not fight for dust and the right to party
Fun times but we read of bombings
They must hate me but
Look I will apologize for the dust
The rut is gone once I’ve crushed been
Like I make hay while the sun blasts
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