Tuesday, August 5, 2014

A Bodily Grievance

He grieves the assignment of his fill.
He said, "No, I can't contain it here."
Poor, ignorant, blatantly moronic tangible.
Everyone dies for their explosion,
for it is through it that they know
they're not the great kind!
Because, really, what is great in
the body of thin dough
that doesn't sputter to a Roman candle?

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