My toes are sending
a message
to my heart -
about self-inflicted smog,
so many pinpricks
in my lungs
that they look like art.
COULD YOU QUIT, PLEASE (STOP)
WE'VE GOT AN ITCH, SEE (STOP)
It's the trick of evolution
(call it Darwin's Final Solution)
that the mind - not the feet -
came out on top.
So, dear audience
(since everything's on TV,
you might as well review me),
here's the punchline:
it's a clot.
-Bram Sadosa
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