May Poem 12

You know our boss

Thought that you might be anything else

That I can think of.

They highlighted off a few choices:

The private detectives of understanding,

Illusion of extraterrestrial nasal expectoration,

The back passenger door.

I laid out on the asphalt; everyone will follow

My laws and return once again

By mistake.

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