oh phoo

so there he grins
“oh shitting”
as the empty gin
glass shatters

oh fee!
no fight
know ‘if’
you fool
it’s ‘me’

and I beg pardon
as your heart
might beat
hard on…

I do say
to this day
a hunter is
what isn’t ‘prey’

a bare standard
while games in play

“observe hear
Mr. Conductor”
the mits are off
and sincere

a clock stopped one
so the scrambles on….

oh man! Padmé
the eggs undone!
gold dust low
and Amidala’s
“in the kitchen”

a magic dragon…

“someone say
we’re missing
an engine?”

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