THE THREE-MASTED SHIP THAT NEVER LEFT THE LAND

Just because his eyes

popped out the other

day and a bump began

rising from the blow

Herf claimed that

the surrounding skin

was flushed with common

sense and that it was

the perfect time to provide

Skunk with another

pestilent example.

The shirkers clung to their flanks

hard still from the mud biscuit

rum slamming dust slugs

in the stateroom door coughing

on every fork The Admiral

of the Hulks thought nothing

of the sputum and returned to

writing up his daily log: “The sea

lion is nothing to us; I will eat

its heart on the prayer mat

then sun lazy facing

the only one inside

this prison is a bunk

bed of me.”

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