A Blight at the End of the Funnell //  Aug30/Leah's Birthday

 
 
Watch
watch I'ave no watch,(to watch, nor lookat),
 so gotta
talk  telephone thru television wires or
cellophone towers and the like.)  O ! promiscuity
abounds, like a zebra tryin't fuck a spider-monkey
    for it's Gold.
 
Ain't that a fckn burp? I went to church
     tomornin't'day, but God , he be no home.
Out spreading disinformed fakenews
wit Herr Trump. And mimicing trumpo's
superlative scowl.....(tha's one serious man there, darlin' )
 
 Watta country of beloved fools. Watta world of  
blessed imbeciles.
 
        Lord, maybe I shouldn't have ought to have
liberated me'sef from that coma couple weeks ago.
(Pulled that intubation tube right out me me own gullet.0
No conscious mem'bout having done. No memory
 of a week on either side of it. Not a clue, (howdy do?).
 
Feel fine today.....'cept for this lonesome 100 days of
nurses' high-pitched baby-talk. Spinnin' heads coulda killed
the dead, but what do I know I know I know, other than  
today is my little girl's BirthDay, but
she's two years
Dead
now. No where to find her. Nowhere does she be.
 
Jeez...all you holy hannah's go straight to hell wit that
"she's in a better place" dogshit. Nuff is nuff !
 
Just'like take me 'long singin a deadman song & we'll
all be so much better        in the mournin'.
 
 
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