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!)
Copyright © Andrew Delapruch | Year Posted 2012
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