April 28 by The Running Son
there’s no going back.
clippers are way past the shelf.
there’s mutiny among the cast
and the damn bottom’s fell out.
no blame if you flee to catalina.
hide out among the channel islands.
flee to lakerland, or past it
to smaller markets with far more
moral high lands.
donald fears the magic
johnson and donald
wants his cotton pickers
buyin their own stinkin socks.
don got his private engine
too effing hot while the anchor
by Jim Aldrich
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