In
slathered paper syntax
the
Godspeech told me
to
end it all, John, end it
with
exquisite corpse drawings
depicting
grotesque
fellows,
throbbing and erect.
Leave them
behind on napkins
to
receive confused
and
sloppy reactions from
pseudo-intellectuals;
they
have read a book
but
do not know what to think
when I
vomit on their shoes,
murmuring
violent
obscenities
at their feet.
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