Wednesday

Don't fuck with my old man, Jones.

Old man Jones
Has one eye
Wishes to die.
His family left him
His dog kept him
He has no home.
Trash bags make his windows
Boxes make an abode.
His laces don’t match.
But I guess that is the least of his worries.
Old man Jones is the nicest old man I know.
His town is Manchester.
The bus stop on Main is his home. 
Don’t fuck with Old Man Jones.

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