These Three

He believed a delicatessen

Was a place for delicate people to learn

a lesson

He was wrong.  Riled up and riled down

Conquistador Clown


They were aware of options that had never been exercised

Since the world was young

One by one they elected each other pope, until no one was left

Antonia Chung


It blasted a whole through its own brain

But it had two better ones

So it self-administered a therapeutic dose

Of ibogaine, menthodent and grain


The Leer Becher of Light Rain


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