Mind Ferrets
Insomnia- the madman napping in the attic.
Alarm clock set for a second past the ogre's hour...
His greasy head resting on a burlap bag.
Filling with ferrets and rats-firecrackers for teeth.
The alarm goes off-he opens the bag.
Laughing while injecting with Red Bull and meth.
He lives to plant a sluice box into your mind.
Washing the last nugget from your tired life.
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