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think how unpleasant to have your chump lopped off
your head goes 'plop' wiithout a drop of blood in the bucket
where your soul can rinse in something
down the lemon juice or vinegar
how could it be? how could it be
that we go space in rockets and fly faster than bullets
while i get paid to lose my sight while counting all my money?
my Nancy Drew knows who did who
think of how proud our great-grandparents would be now
now that cows can grow huge udders, even big as dishwashers
and there's too much to begin to taste, and everybody's vomit
just bubbles with intelligence
one cup of lemon juice
one cup of vinegar
either one can do the same job
either one can do the same.