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he rode that fucker
all the way down
a punch-drunk rocket
on a one way flight

when it hit the ground
there was no big explosion
just a balloon pop
sending a mushroom cloud
of advertisement confetti
from the latest cult
into the air

“Join Us”
printed on one side
lucky lotto numbers
on the reverse

when the smoke cleared
and the paper settled
that stowaway rider
arose from the wreckage

he spit out some teeth
smiled a broken smile
then politely bowed
pulled a revolver
put it to his temple
squeezed the trigger

a red flag rolled out
“1st Year of Membership Free!”
and the crowd

but alas
they weren’t close enough
to read the fine print

©2021 J.D.C.IV

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