Big MacA Poem by PeteThe unconsciousness of man is the consciousness of God. - ThoreauTondal's Vision by Hieronymus Bosch you haven't the slightest clue the only one you really know is jack squat and that's not saying a lot put on my tight, worn shoes try to walk a while i doubt you'd even make it a handicapped mile not in this gutless war zone this polluted mecca this enclave of self pity this stinking, sinking city there isn't even any wood or nails to fashion a cross but at least i know who's the boss you can't order him at the drive thru if you try, please be aware that he comes with a secret sauce © 2020 PeteAuthor's Note
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