CONVERSATION

Say can you see shampoo?
Trotsky was an eye doctor
and he had dinner with magicians

Get me some old time religion
Kindly nag on the other side
Light, flit and

CHA CHA MAMA!
Thanks man, I couldn'ta made it!
Skating full of heat
Our men slosh in the slosh
Nyet
You can all drag me
from meningitis to existence and into
the doo-dah horde
Exit into stars
Anna and I want to fantasize we're dentists

Listen pablum set
Date a hog go to jail
Some are tanks in drag

Where is my sock?
Will you help?

To poem

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