Halitosis Poets
by Taylor Johnson

    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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