of your fur balls.
the smell of sheer camouflage.
tired of dodging missiles from your tiara.
tired of Tobasco crop-dusting my coffee
gulping your porridge tangled with thorns.
you think you�re subtle. but you�re not.
i was dutiful my dear. i read the anthology.
of genuflecting. shopping your Wal-Mart.
chain smoking your gospel down to the butt
yellow digits rank lip-synching your mantra.
the unscabbed are ready to fly from the loo
mow the stalactites
in your subterranean bile.
I can�t suck your Winstons.
I can�t dine with mambas.
Kafka has no place in my re-morphed world.
the bat boy learned to shave.
the water boy lost his ladle.
and your virulent veil shrinks anorexic
beneath your rhinestone crown.
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Copyright �2001 by Ken Adams. All rights reserved.
First Place, Webstatic Poetry Contest, Second Half 2001
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