Halitosis Poets
by Taylor Johnson
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The quivering mouths of
The halitosis poets
Belch hazy gray meanderings
At the weekly slam
Out on Scary Rock Hill
Claiming to seek essence
They scream hot red words
And random plastic truths
But really they're there to rant
On account of their mommies
Stole their toothbrushes
Way back in 93
And gosh that makes the world taste bad
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