The duckman is displeased
His demeanor despondent
His coat-tails of neoprene exfoliating in layers
His back sheds water no longer
Elasticity in absentia
Delinquence and dementia
Introspection like a mouth full of marshmallow creme
Shoves him to the edge of violence extreme
Nailed to a wall in a lighthouse tower
His teeth worn down by a growling bench grinder
His dentist throws pillows in a rage of fury
Pillows of jagged rock-salt with rusty razor blades
embedded in their edges
How does he always get into these situations?
How does he get out of them?
Only the duckman knows.
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