Daniel S. Irwin

Mellow

Copasetic Christian
Methanolic based
Secondhand squatter
Speaking of Satan
Dining at the table of
The bloodied crimson
Brown-eyed wife.
Letters from the postman.
Eagles blatantly swooping
Into the tail of your kite.
Sweet hoodoo Shakespear
Licking at the bard’s nutz.
So, dude, take another hit
With no ifs, ands, or butts.
Watch in a hazy lazy daze
In the second floor padded
Cell as the naked lady struts.

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