You were on fire
Acid-washed Wranglers® smoldering
And this isn’t a metaphor
But you were on fire
Having just plowed
Through the camp’s only light
Then you were on fire
Muddy, brown VTGs melting
Southern Comfort, Corn Nuts on your breath
And you were on fire
Marshmallow screams
Flesh charred and flaking
You were bright fire
And those still awake
Watched from their lawn chairs
Having no gumption
To smother you to safety
Omg, I love this, its fabulous. Cheers and hats off!
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Thank you very hard for reading (and commenting).
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This is remarkable poetry…it was my pleasure to read it.
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I love your text
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Thanks so much for continuing to read…
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It’s a pleasure to read
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Jason. wow!!! You sir are a wordsmith of language and imagery.
Man, I really love what you’ve produce here. Excellent writing my friend. 🙂
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