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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