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
radios
ripping the
air apart

 

Then five
o’clock rolls
around &
they drive
home where
Mommy
makes them
din-din.

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