Walkin on Air

Sociopathic Ablutions



Who would've dared to surmise
anything could possibly be amiss
there,
down the old half-cellar
on our potholed sidewalk
in the old 'hood?
After all,
how many shoe soles might have been
worn down passing by
is anyones' guess
an' who'd give more than
fiddlers fart
deducing why?
Ah! Gory tales, crimes of yore
committed  behind a cellar door!



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