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Old crusty
I think you thought you were
Witty
Clever old man
But I can see you
Looking down
The slow,
Sassy
Mississippi
Remembering boyhood days
And you make me
I like to imagine Ganymede,
famed wine-bearer of the pantheon,
to be a skilled bartender
despite his youthful naivete
Perhaps his wish is,
using his nightly tips,
to care for his father
Dumb brunets can’t find their way to fraud,
It takes gold to do that.
They think you got kidnapped by God
And his promise to Noah.
