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Snitch
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He who is below,
he who is the unfortunate
subterranean under
the sea
~
Under
my raft
&
under me
~
My “bunki” if you do “bunki”
which I don’t
no, I don’t
he was watching a movie
~
In bed after lights-out
aye, movie light shouts out
for attention,
you see
~
All this going on
below
the surface
of the raging sea
~
Under my raft
afloat
&
me
~
Well well
when you’re a secret agent
one like
yours truly
~
Bent on snatching
whatever
winks of wishful sleep
that be
~
While an alpha male
wanna-be
once
was he
~
Ruthlessly flickers
that
movie light
you see
~
On a minature
wiz
kid
computery
~
“Johnny, is that
you
glowing in the dark?”
so psychodelicately
~
But his earphones
block
my message
noisily
~
Oh
we must be
kind o’ creep-
ee
~
Tired
so tired
was I
with a sigh
~
“Since when does Johnny Rackback
get to sleep all day
& watch movies
all night?”
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Oh woe
woe is
the
night workeree
~
There I stand
in
boxer shorts
only
~
Say-
ing
thus-
ly
~
There
he
sits
wearily wearily
~
Up
he
gets
masterfully
~
Goes
&
says
to he
~
“I’ve
received
a
complaint”
~
And he
below
mutters
silkily
~
“Oh
crap”
oh lessons
in humility
~
Spare us
please
your
decrees
~
As I drift
away
up
the celestial Nile…
~
(Copyright Clyde Collins 2012)
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