Lee Crowell - I voyeur

thought you went out this morning
but realized it was just a burning hole in the sky
the next time you get hungry
we can tear the oak trees out to their roots
and let everyone watch us chew the bark

no one really cares that
when I went left
you passed right with your bald tires
and stripped transmission
exhibitionist you

Lee Crowell

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