Alone On Parliament St.

 

Scraggly and scowling

like a tree

caught on the rock,

this natural

biblical

self-certain

newfie of a man,

deserves at least a few

words in confirmation

of his swaggering work of art

of his staggering new found “ness”, torn apart,

as he screams out his speech,

spitting and screech laced,

 

“Get ya selves out of me fuckin’ face!!!!”

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