In fiscal flight from the ravenous
Cavernous orifice asphyxiated form
Washed in wolves' blood, sterile and pantomimed
Parting in parts the trial of the worm
Sew the lid closed cough and spit
Into your palm with charitable charm
Slap the bad man's wrist, insist disarm
Do the math, the path is a narrow one
It led me down to a cold and shallow grave
On my tombstone I read the epitaph
"Here lies a man who lived and died a slave"
Till the vexing that his hex annexing
Animates his glorious distresses
Serve the right foot raw so flawed undressed
Semi-conscious concentration
Christmas cards and suffocation
Ambulances beckon bodies
Tires squealing sirens wailing
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