Monday, April 7, 2025

Bag Of Pity Slime

The Chief's Flagrant Nose, Yo—

It Got Bent A Bit.

Always Ready For A Pose.

Like When—

Two Party Cats Come Up To Bat.

On A Field With Lots Of Holes.

They Take A Swing And Hear A Ping.

Their Tails Begin To Explode

In A Mess Of Overload.

Cause Democracy By The Slice

Sits On A Bed Of Burnt Fried Rice

That Reeks Of Fear

And Barks At Peers.

That Want To Ride

Moment Time

In A Bag Of Pity Slime.

H.T. Manogue

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