I looked at them.
They glared back.
I chewed on a straw of hay
-They did too.
A hawk called out
In distant Rhodesia.
An old man,
On his patio,
Strummed some Spanish.
The sand was hot,
The cacti pukey green.
I took out my gun
-Theirs already gleamed in the sun.
Someone fired.
Eh…or was it a knock?
I spat out
My toothbrush fragments.
Spat the paste.
(Oh!
What a waste!)
I spend too much time
I there
-The loo,
With my three best friends
-I, Me, Myself.

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