Incense, Myrrh.
You filthy cur. You sullen sow. I know how You squashed your seeds, With begs and pleads. Just dirty deeds In the weeds. I’m no better. A gone go getter. An unsigned letter To the Pope. Piss up a rope. Burn down the barn. No cause for alarm, Tonight or ever. These ties that sever, Our last endeavor As caring mates. Though bearing straits Cannot channel Your tattered flannel Pretension, A vivid section, sliced In coolers put on ice To carry your organic sacrifice: Eyes, heart, kidney, lung. Let’s face it you’re really not so young. At least you’re still among the needy. And since I’m now not feeling greedy, Please accept my donation. A veritable veneration. A cingular sensation. A colloquial consecration. This card for all occasions. Best Wishes xo 10/10/21
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