LAFFIN’ GASS

Might get mad… But never too down.

I find relief

In the seeping streams

Of Laffin’ Gas

That pass

Through the gaps

In-between

The crooked teeth

Of The Crying Clown.

I crack up

In the aftermath

Of calamity.

Because when the

Joke, the Coast,

And the Smoke

Are all clear…

All that’s left is

Laffin’ Gas…

And an honest smile,

From ear-to-ear.

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