Where The Heart Resides

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Backwater Blended
Margarita Mixed
Drowned By The Drinks
Pissing In The Corner
Of Every City
My Alpha Male
Sleeping With The Children
Every Sweatshop
Bounding After Basketballs
By The Seams

Blended, Diced, Chopped
Mixed In The Aroma
Of Frozen TV Dinners
An Icy Reception
By The Waitress With
Bad Breathe
A Cockroach In A Cocktail
It Smells Like The Flesh Of Lamb
Left Dead For Seven Days

This Is Where The Heart
Has Found Itself.