Buddy’s sniffer didn’t work good
But he snarffed some’n bad
In his neighborhood.
Shiny as shit
It looked alright.
But oh, the smell of death
Lingered through the night.
And yet, there wasn’t fright.
No pussies taking flight.
They laughed it off.
Like laughter bought
Another day of life
Even if their plight
Was created by heroic scoundrels.
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