the evolution of babies

The Evolution of Babies

They strut
around their
favorite spot
up on
a hill
with their
pants down
around their
butt cracks
& cigarettes
dangling from
their mouths
& their
boombox car
ripping the
air apart


Then five
o’clock rolls
around &
they drive
home where
makes them

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