Emergency Poems

Thursday, May 30, 2013

Mop

Swampers walking home from work at
6 AM and I'm jammed in a limo with
everyone I know or ever knew.

Or maybe I'm riding a mop-truck,
and everyone I
know is a
mop.


Posted by Jacob Freeze at 7:20 PM
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