Wednesday, September 28, 2005


The Solicitor for the Growth on the North Side of the Tree First Encounters His Client
(with apologies to Leigh Hunt).

Katey bussed me on the cheek,
Squeezing 'tween the bars of her cell,
As if unfed this whole week,
Keeping model weight to still sell.
Call me fixer, call me whore,
Say no guiltless one would trust me.
Add this to my legal score:
Katey bussed me.

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