Tuna In My Hat Poem by Roger Pratz

Tuna In My Hat



A spoonfull of gasoline
Is what gets me out
Of my meat maggot bed
All the time I
Spent
Thinking of rotting eggs
Could have been used
To cure your hungry
Hungry
Cancer
But now I'll have to setttle with hobbos for
Company
Because I love the smell of liquore

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Roger Pratz

Roger Pratz

Paris, France
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