Laughing Gravy
The crisis has just passed.
Uh-oh, here it comes again,
looking for someone to blame itself on, you, I . . .
All these people coming in . . .
The last time we necked
I noticed this lobe on your ear.
Please, tell me we may begin.
All the wolves in the wolf factory paused
at noon, for a moment of silence.
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