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By Jack Joseph Smith
Severe
As county
Quiet as lead
Less careful than cows
Mistaking watchfulness
for a dream
No ordinary pick up
The left over food
would be the best
there could be
The upside was
delicious
The down side
dangerous
No one here likes intruders
Hunger is not there area
Pleasure is there thing
Well we had a Dego among us
He once walked through the door
when he sold it before doing it
We were trapped at the dumpster
The first thing I thought was,
how the alley smelled so good
I saw there anger was as simple,
as a button lost on a date
So I told them there was already a body
in the garbage, and in their tiping bend,-
in the city
you have the first time I shived a pig,
And was gone