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fucking oscar
i take the pen outta my pocket
and push down the back of his tongue
while holding the hair on the scruff
directing the boozespew into the
drain
there says i
he wont make a mess outta yer cab
as i toss the pen down the grating
i pour him into the seat
flip the cabby donnies last forty bucks
and give him an address three block away
put him gently on the lawn says me and thanks
not sure if he wanted to be a shanghi ed samaritan
but the story i concocted about how some doods were dropping live roaches down his sleeping drunken throat as he lay crashed on the floor of the cork and hammer
kinda pulled at the guys heartstrings a bit
a fucking oscar winning performance i said as he drove donnie off
sometimes you can lie for good
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