Oswald Practices/Locker Room Talk
Ozzy Oswald aims right for the feels.
His shoulder lurches, one with the kickback.
So she may wish - in textbook reality Ozzy
fails across the Depository after first shot.
Safety in numbers: no one saw.
She reapplies her gait before
making tuna and crackers look
dainty downstairs. Soon as she sees
Ruby it's all jockular liberal Masculinity,
Ozzy hasn't the phallus for it. There must
be a third pronoun, putting
from 'top the grassy knoll. Wouldn't
god plan if we laugh so often? Oswald
hears affirmation pot&pan slicing the din
in sports bars where the politicians make children
safer food handlers.
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