A Poem by Birtha de Fect
band aids of breath fleshly blob
intrusive tumors: castrati & anti
revolting and angered—the slur
taking the points from the point
here and now….when and ahah
despite the death and a dread
enemies mired in mud–where
fingers missing….the worms of
egos out of controls, out of we
calling and calling, no, the sac
taking Monsanto’s birth defect
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