Better Yet

‘Sickle reeved my ribs in two

Clean cuts

Simple meats

Made of me

And sold to the butcher

For gum balls

Per anum

Per pound

Gun fights

At the zoo

Children

Bone by bone

Consumed by lions

Predatory loans

To parents of grandparents

Mystique and miasma

At the kitchen sink

Noxious wake

At the clearest lake

Tinnitus and rash

In the groaning man’s unders

Little pinkie fingers

Obliterated by saw

False propaganda within

Some summer sunsets

Scorch the earth

Dry of food

Famine

Destroys societies

Only hope the apocalypse is coming

Only hope the apocalypse is coming, darling

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