Dry Breeze
by Jason Walter

Don't just sit there and falter,
you don't have a thing to gain,
my sleeve is in your mouth,
like a cow patty in the kitchen sink,
and your knees are padded,
which is confidential between doctors,
so lock the suitcase,
we'll be staying overnight,
and don't you sit on the nurse's lap,
no sanitation ain't worth the risk,
but you frisk her under the moonlight,
and the consequences are sealed tight,
the loan needs to be repaid,
and your under the weather,
in a designated shelter,
ailing from the gravel in your eye.


Thanks for the contribution, Jason!


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