Abora

slow rot

8/4/18 12:57AM

 

slow rot

 

i saw a man puke up blood

while campaigning against cancer

he drank a ton and stumbled around

until he lost his lunch

 

i called an ambulance and played talking heads to pass the time

and the cops showed up

he just moved on

and into his ride

like he hadn’t lost some lining

 

if he dies, he dies the grim man said

as he got back to writing tickets

terrible luck for the man on the bench

i think he’s probably gone

 

what rot he must have

inside of his chest

to just leave all of his blood

Comments1

  • Lorna

    Gruesome and so powerful



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