I have murdered the night
before this one,
and I will murder the next night,
and the bird's nest that sits just
beyond.
Over the hill, was a long story
about three children
and a liver that no longer
functioned,
what gumption!
Oh how the leaves will change
when they hear this fucking news,
motherfucker,
and how the tears will melt the corners
of a mother's eyes because
fuckers turn brown
and turds blossom,
roving towards the bliss
of sharing.
Needles in haystacks,
spots on livers.
Yummy.
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