Walking drunk down Walnut Street,
we saw three traveling kids & their dog,
lounged out on the sidewalk.
One asked:
-Hey, my man, can I bum a secret?
-A cigarette?
-No, no, a secret.
-Can’t do it, man, I’m down to my last one.
-Never-mind. You got any jokes?
-Hm… no, not on the spot… no, sorry, I don’t.
-That’s cool. Well, I got one. It’s about butter…
but I can’t tell it to you because you might spread it around.
He laughed.
He said:
-Hey, you take that with you.
& if you think of one,
we’ll be right here.
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