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Holdin Down the Shade
by Ben Malouf

Her eyes roll back like
Wal-Mart's prices and so
I kicks her in the mouth
to see if I can get her
breathin again but she
seems so dead and I was
just wantin to take her
wallet and jewelry
anyhow but she had to
get all feisty and so I
had to put her down
I never did want
that dumb gal to git hurt
and I sure never wants
to go back to prison
cause that's where I
learnt to accept pain so
well when them big
boys in the shower'd
start a prowlin and the
little guys like me was
their favorites cause we
got tight puckers and we
can't fight em off so
any ways this broad's just
dead and her white blouse
is all red and I didn't do
this cause I'm just a petty
thief and ain't no dog
ever rattled no dead snake
at seein a new mare hit the
dirt the first time she trys to
walk and then spit up that
grass he done was eatin
earlier cause he's a dumb ol
dog and ain't got a master
that'll feed him no table
scraps er nothin cause all he's
good for it flushin out rats
and holdin down the shade.

Benjamin David Malouf (Muh-loof) was born in the tiny hamlet of Lolo, Montana in September of 1977. His glorious arrival in our world was heralded by the media as the "second coming" of Christ. However, this failed to be the case. He spent his childhood, when not attending his rigorous classes at Lolo Elementary, torturing insects that he found under rocks and shooting his GI Joe toys with his air powered, pump action BB gun. He, of course, continued on to high school and graduated with a sub-par GPA in the spring of 1995. His higher education of choice was the University of Montana, where he wriggled his way into the English creative writing department but dropped out after two short years. His GPA was high and beetle blenders were many, but he cited a loathing for the boring and unimaginative professors. He also said he needed a break. He said he would go back the next year. He then sold his soul to capitalism and remains in a constant battle with "the man" to this day.

Email: mealworm@mssl.uswest.net

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