part iii of the Jesus Army Saga—whack an ant

Whack an ant O, brother Charlie are you a sycophant to sense? In pious softness spoke the Jesus Army lad. Why could I am be sick of ants? That much a strange-some question you are ask. St Elmo’s Fire plastered across his Jesus Army face. & Charlie kept to champing toast n’ scrambled eggs. Ants…

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Envelopes

If you recall from the poem Post, there is a letter for Charlie, who it is from is hinted in its hovering, stationary position, casting a shadow on his welcome mat & saving him some dosh on his electricity bill, which he is happy about, however, his refusal to open it is causing him a…

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