for me–

the reason I never crossed my legs
is that I’ve got the biggest balls
in America

and I might crush the brains of myself
out

I should have been born a bull

I could have crushed daisies with my
hooves

instead of searching for magic mushrooms
in cow dung
in Florida
after a heavy rain

mostly near Tallahassee
route 12.

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