The poetry, stories and intrigues of C.J. Brenner

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Mollusks in a sideshow

Blech is the word
For their light is a drab
Their feet are scarce
And their tongues in the lab
But the day is not totally lost
You can have it removed
That tattoo for your jewish aperature you chose
So that you look like you live at a zoo

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