Nicotine Suite (No.17)

abecdarians chap my ass
with their x's, and their j's
so often 'just'. just cuz
they're rude don't mean
I gotta like them. but
they tell you true, gotta
give em that. take the possum
on the fence last night
when I went over. no need
to worry, I'm not chasing.
what, bug catcher are ya?
leftovers, scavenge. and that
skinny tree is getting you
nowhere, but kept slowly
up up away up maybe annoyed.
ah nature, I feel at one with you
in metaphor, like when jeans
were so tight they had to be
zipped with pliers. guess
I'm the plier now.

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