Tuesday, January 22, 2013

the rime of miss litterbox(II)

the source of her ails/that cave of sorrows/chamber of the unkillable
itch/her fist-fights, arrests, banishments/those juices have flowed
for Maury and Jerry Springer/liquid stink gravy dripping insanely
oozing/forming a sh*t-colored crust around the rim/and the mold!/as if
she gorged on ranch dressing/then had diarrhea all over the under/the
secret flesh livid/"dear lord, i cant do what she asks"/like she sat
on a lasagna/made from week-dead summer roadkill....

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