That's Right

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I'd rather velociraptor

Black raspberry chunks

From lunched up life trunks

Wobbling after gobbling

Like the stubble chin goblin

Hob nobs past help wanted jobs hobbling

With grog in hand

He's a civilian drunk

Not a student but a flunk

Not a rocker just a punk

Sunk under wavy water

An attitude like 'why bother'

Where I wait to slaughter

His tiny height

Submerged in my line of sight

I'm a dinosaur with scuba gear going after a goblin-- that's right.


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