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Take That Commie Shrimp Dick

Beans in the Bunker.

Back on the Menu.

Mambo Sweet Papi.

Havana Cigar.

We’re Deep Underground.

We’ll never Be Found.

Take That!

Commie Shrimp Dick.

Both Bobby and Jack.

Love Marilyn Monroe.

It’s Time to Attack.

Get On with The Show.

Whose Rockets are Hard?

Who’s Let Down their Guard?

Take That!

Commie Shrimp Dick.

Back in the Bunker.

Havana Cigar.

Your Bomb was a Clunker.

Didn’t even Make Par.

There’s Lice in your Beard.

Top Secret.

We’re Cleared.

Take That!

Commie Shrimp Dick.

First published by Synchronized Chaos

Tastes like chicken but like everything else it’s not. The liver is Nagasaki. The lungs Hiroshima or Jesse James and Dear Old Death comes to us all but the quiver is fantastic. Like lips full of bees.

Sidemen crouch in stairwells. Waiting to make their move. Microphones hiss. Like snakes on the take. Parker crushes his smoke and Raises the Horn. This is a Gig Baby and the liquor is Top Shelf. Remem

The house smells of apples and hard cold water. Your dog whimpers in her dream chair. Rabbits pouring out of countless bushes. Easy pickings when you are still. Outside there are stars. Cold and brigh

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