Hack back the plants

Can I hack another cig

Of course I can

Sooner lit than said

Kicking the can down the road 

Open goal I score the most

Crowd sore-throated with cat calling

Sawtoothed barracuda chewing your balls off

Recall a time we dived, saw a tuna dying

Rusty but no such thing as a tune up

Shopworn not likely robed in glory, horned

Honed to perfection, good form when clinching

Hold him back like detention after class Saturday

Smash him back down the rankings

He never wins, like Plankton

Victory parades, holiday homes in Spain

Daniel Kinahan’s dad my neighbour.

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