The End Game
I'm bunged up.
I need a filter for my gutter.
My bone-headed Doctor
reckons I don't eat right
but 'Little Debbie' Donuts are my delight
as I binge-watch re-runs of Game of Thrones.
Blood, gore, and sugar -
but i'm stuffed
and must take the cure.
Now I dare not stray far from my own
porcelain throne.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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