Hot pot

Your last lick of luck just tacked up

Double cup of that sick stuff

In my big hot pot

Raw guts

Spewing from the top

All that deep dirt

Talking out loud

This man wanted the top on

“Shut it out! Shut it out!”

We were good friends

But what’s a friend to a man with a love intolerance 

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