Take Physic, Plump Pomp
So Thou May'st Shake
the Peanut Butter and Banana Sandwiches to Those in Need
"By the hour the winner crosses the finish line, she looks like sh*t."
-- each Farrah,
not fairer at death
* * *
The kingly hero, Elvis Presley, hero worship full confounds --
his dying with a constipated superflux of thirty pounds.
* * *
a dedication of Respect
for
the Pain of the mighty
on falling from
graceland
a revolving helios couplet menippean satire on
the unadulterated awe of unaccommodated man --
still by the time the fat lady sings
one fork'd animal fu*k'd
may, 2023 --yet even the greatest of kings
but sitting on his ass
high atop his hemorrhoids
Copyright © James Starkey Iii | Year Posted 2023
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