Drooling blood and sausage juice
I fiddle and shake like
A drunk puppy smeared with cooking spray
The delirious symphony manipulates her
As I worship my enormous purple sweat apparatus.
Screaming like wax produce,
She is dressed in a repulsive meat gown,
Luscious and gorgeous as death,
Lathering her chocolate eggs.
The sweet smell of fluff sings to me bitterly.
I want her ugly, boiling tongue
As a gift to mother.
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The Weakly Herald (Issue #6):
by Victor Schwartzman
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