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Absentia
Naked corpses crawling out from the walls, giving me an eye
in absentia of life with an attitude needing an adjustment
Perhaps it was my double hernia picking a fine time to levy
a squeal, dripping the marrow's sorghum from their bones
Humoring my appetite in silent quarters of my mind's insanity
snapping their narcistic flower of the cunt's rigor mortis
As I pull out a plum, thinking what a good boy I am needing
an adjustment...perhaps a lobotomy in absentia with no
sympathy for the falling anvil
in absentia of life with an attitude needing an adjustment
Perhaps it was my double hernia picking a fine time to levy
a squeal, dripping the marrow's sorghum from their bones
Humoring my appetite in silent quarters of my mind's insanity
snapping their narcistic flower of the cunt's rigor mortis
As I pull out a plum, thinking what a good boy I am needing
an adjustment...perhaps a lobotomy in absentia with no
sympathy for the falling anvil
Published 5th Feb 2025
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