Sunday, December 5, 2010

Rub hand sanitizer on that stigmata.
Smile through the sting and bear it;
Shake hands and wave to the world.
The mephitic scent of Mephistopheles
Wards off the contamination of hundreds.
Words intoxicate more than any high or drunk;
Detox denied minds have no hope for a dredge.
One helluva whale, you high, holy roller
Drowning us with all sorts of spirits.
Keeping us at your table, on your chairs,
Above all, in your pocket.

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