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‘Fuck you too,’
he said to no one
or me
or everyone
and no one.
They all had it coming.
No one
is his
kingdom.
A fishpole like a sword
he is
the king of the recession.
Fuck you too
a toast to and from
mighty men.
Alcohol
I recall
got me into this
and it might get me out of this
bad
bad feeling.
So he stinks
and I think
I may too,
so you fuck you too.
Kings of the recession
bid you
a fuck you too.