shake me like
a soda
can,
then aim and
open-
refreshing
sting,
oh the surprise
in their
eyes..
and a spritz
of lemon.
“alright ginger,
send
in
that
master
of madmen”
we’re all ears and
must hear..
“dear beast, who’s
in season?“
dammit he’s
loose
now–
shan’t catch
him
by thinking too
like him,
i smile small
to thank
him..
no
doubt,
we need hear
no more–
“alright ginger,
show him
out.“
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