Rotten Idiot Sandwich Huitain
The inner stench hangs in the air
permeating the entire room;
Straight funk is just too much to bear;
Residue swept up with a broom,
can’t hide decrepit with perfume;
What’s real and fantasy can’t switch;
Throw trash out or you may consume
a rotten idiot sandwich.
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