Methusela Driving An Electric Cart At Walmart
soon all that will be left is a jar with
a vertibrae and rubbing alcohol.
methusela growing long exo-sceletal fingernails
in his seven hundreth year steers crookedly.
soon all that will be left is grocery isles filled
with bleached teflon he says.
rows of miraculous white wonder bread.
methusela tells how in the 80's outside of
berlin he used the psudeneum
sir diedrich chronograph.
apparently he was a well known grafetti artist
along the ribs of the autobahn.
methusela smiles a little dodging children down the
isle playing with plastic sabre swords.
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