Saturation

the bloodstained clothes that just wouldn’t wash out (just like cranberry juice spoken of by p. bateman), the watered down t-shirt contests (precursor to mardi gras), the hair drenched in the shower (humans looking like drowned rats in the streets), the wool coats worn in the rain that no one remembered to take off (now shrinking! now shrinking!), the little girl’s bear that got thrown in the washing machine by accident with the rest of the clothes (momma wanna betta one, this one got smalla), the love stains soaking through the satin & into the mattress after a hot n’ sweaty night-early morn (ooh la la--- ooh ooh ooh la la), the gym shorts soggy after a good fart seeped out (ahhhhhh relief), the bib now covered in oatmeal that dad wasn’t watching so baby now covered in it is justifiably angry (whaaaaaa whaaaaaa), the young girls immersed in tequila at the party now beggin’ to go home (into the mouths of wolves), the soaking of the sponge before laying it on the unlucky son of a ***** whose time has run out, prior to her/his inevitable shock of death in whatever bible belt state s/he was stupid enough to do the crime(s) in (SHHHHHHHOCKKKKKA SHOCCCCCKKKKA SHOCK SHOCK!)