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Elegy for an Eaten Artist

 
Cannibals! Help me!
I’ll be a crazy woman’s dinner!
Don’t leave me, doctor,
Or I’ll end up in her inner.

You’ve got to believe me!
She’ll broil me up for her belly!
And poets don’t have good taste
With or without mint jelly!

 

 

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Written by macheide

11 November 2014 at 5:46 pm

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