he was pushing homelesss buttonshe knew it a real troll but he hadnt asked for
his attention walking alongminding his
own business You got a dollar, gimme a
dollar, I wanna eat. wasnt a way to begin a conversation with him Ya got a dog eat your dog homeless stuck his grimy face into his an snarled Yaever
eat cat, man?
MAN he disliked these kinds disliked those who
were flamboyant flagrant thought their vagrancy was a hobo social
statement Jack London George
Orwellian crap
so fuckin haughtydefiant don use overnight
shelters don eat at soup kitchens
Yawanna
step away get outa my
face
smart
he backpedaled
reminded him of Cawthorn
a politician who talks of taking up arms against fellow Americans a real Big Mouth for someone scratching round
in a wheelchair
Excuse me
Cat. Eat cat. homeless snickered
Cat
I eat pussy
Cat.
Ya might wanna exercise smart again an walk off I got seven cats You were to come around my plac . .
. . You’d do what?
Do
Simple exercise for a butcher When I was done nobody would recognise you as anything different than meat from a factory
You . .
. . I would Don know you from Adamdon care
Spent years in Missoula
working Id turn ya into ground chuck
he looked him over for a
crack in his veneer
Walkaway Walkaway at top speed
Ill give ya a headstart
Fuck you, man!
Coudbe ugly last words
Git along lil doggie
he stumbled off not smartly
perhaps propelled on the fumesinstincts of self survival
to be fair he
flashed his kbar
hed cut throat had skinned deer elk rabbit was good with a knife an
animals are animals
Eat cat Wha a prick
Must have picked that threat up somewhere Feral cats wouldve torn him up left scars Easier to eat poodle Here Fido Here Frenchy Not a speck of cereal
afternoon, Day-between-Two-Ts, 29 12.
21
1658, ReggaeFriday,
31 12. 21
Zappa Dirty Love
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zaXWG0fBYuk
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