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Prohibition and the Escape

The fat cop
had his moment,
and he was using it
to the fullest extent.

Kids drunken,
my house soaked
in sweat and alcohol.
I, with red hands.

He made his speech.
He being Jesus
and I the moneychanger,
my table was overturned.

So nod and smile,
fake another apology.
No drinking ticket
for me tonight.


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