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100% Elbow Sauce

Hours of fruitless toil
On this hopeless soil
where upon I entered
the realm of enchanted echidnas
My name is Who.  
Who are you?
I am apathy awash in the rain
I am the cellulose in your cane
I am deaf and I am blind
I might be Helen Keller from behind
Fixed within a mute shade of black
Thriving, yet never coming back,
Passing Tuesdays in a shameless daze
of inner filth ablaze...
A massive compact halo object collided
with a weakly interactive massive particle
and I became the cosmic storm
fueled by lives derived of corn
Deep inside your rotting livers
I stoop, and taste the hand-sewn deliverers

11 Jun 06

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