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The roses were protected by armed guards that

patrolled while texting girlfriends in Laundromats

and the cats fucked in the bushes. 

Wayward ways were being born. 

Natural causes were no longer such.

I left that place

and on the way home

I grew tired.

I pulled to the side

of the road,turned on my

emergency flashers

and went to sleep.

Ray Strickland Jr.

Bored to fucking death. 2010