A piece of monkey meat
Slipped from her lips
Into the vat of baby food
As the metal walls
Reverberated with the
Sound of the gigantic
Banana peeling itself into
The shape of a skeleton.
The foreman nodded and
Checked the appropriate box
With his double penis.
Saturday, January 6, 2007
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