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dreams of
using guilt for
abusing pump the
pills into your head wash them down
with the
bubbly brown then crawl
off to bed up in a
flash with the
purple morning early birds
churping inside your
head into the
living room to check the
mess cursing the
spouse for the tabs
she left scamper
now scamper now scamper now
do pick them up
in a
Tupperware cup before the
rug rat's awakened but as they
fall in even more
fall out till the
task becomes impossible then mother
floats into the room WHAT'S THAT?
she demands with the
eyes of Medusa and you turn
into stone © 1989 Chris
Sorrenti |
