Don't bend your legs when you fly.
Or live in Swansea much longer, sleepless and hungry.
Or post new poems on your blog, JAKE. POST NEW POEMS ON YOUR BLOG
Or remain uninformed on the radical but not-completely-batshit left.
Or forgo sweet jams.
Or drink whisky and soda without me.
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my belly can rarely contain liquor
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