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THE OGRE IN THE GARBAGE DISPOSAL

He likes an egg 
without a shell, cracked
by the careless act 
of a grocery store clerk.
There's always some jerk
who could make you sick
then read your obit
with a pained expression
as if that session
and consequence grim
had nothing to do 
with him.
The Og. loves 
spaghetti
is always ready
when you've got 
a question
of indigestion.
He loves a meal
of apple peel
(forgive me Giuseppi
of the Pinnochio 
story). I do not care 
for apple peel, 
and though the Og.
is  small, he
gobbles it all.

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