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I am the word juggler.I juggle the wordslike swords.I slice sensewith poetic license.
Catfishtake catnaps on seabedsSticklebacksstick like glueTerrapinsare terrific with needlesBut what does a didgery do?
Fire under footfall.Fire over skies.
Fire on a matchstick.Fire in my eyes.
Fire holding hunger.Fire seeking wood.
Fire hiding danger.Fire feeling good.
I’m the king of the dinosaurs, number one reptile,tyrannosaurus rex can’t touch my style.I’m dressed to kill, got the sharpest suit,
We're the Mafia catsBugsy, Franco and ToniWe're crazy for pizzaWith hot pepperoni
All you see is outside me: my painted smile,the rosy-posy shell, the fluttery eyes.A butter-won’t-melt-in-my-mouth-type me
Midnight. A knock at the door.Open it? Better had.Three heavy cats, mean and bad.
When I was bornI was a familiar,a black cat, Satan’s favourite form.
This morning I've got too much energymuch too much for geography
I'm in a high moodso class don't think me crudebut you can stuff latitude and longitude
My Wipwapwop, it cost a lotI keep it up my sleeveit's great for surfing on the spotand playing make believe.It's sleek and snug and mine to hug