Emergency Poems

Thursday, January 24, 2013

Diet

Transmute drunks into umbras,
nausea into abasement, debutantes into butter, 
meerkats back into debutantes, butter back into butter.

Then what?

Then nothing!

No more drunks, umbras, nausea, or abasement!
No more debutantes!
No more butter!
Posted by Jacob Freeze at 10:36 AM
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