Where?

Pretty, pretty boy sing

Pretty, pretty boy spread your wing

Pretty, pretty boy learn how to fly

The swirlies procreate with my devotion.

Good-bye!

You’re in motion all around me

Making faces that your pleased to meet me

And your work rate is ferocious.

A bead of sweat leaves my eye

from enscaling your coordinates motion.

Goodbye!

Now I wonder what might be

And the swirlies and me get a little sad

for all that stinks and festers isn’t bad

these corpses need their rectal temperature taken

Such an intrusion might make them reawaken.

Goodbye!

Me writing a poem and pretending my job is forensic anthropologist!

by Andrew Watkins

 

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