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Ambulance Chaser
In fiscal flight from the ravenous cavernous orifice asphyxiated form
Washed in wolves blood sterile & pantomimed parting in
parts the trial of the worm
Sew the lid closed, cough & spit into your palm with charitable charm
Slap the bad man's wrist, insist disarm
Do the math, the path is a narrow one,
it led me down to a cold & shallow grave
On my tombstone I read the epitaph,
"Here lies a man who lived & died a slave"
Till the vexing that his hex annexing animates his glorious distresses
Serve the right foot raw, so flawed, undressed
Semi-conscious concentration, Christmas cards & suffocation
Ambulances beckon bodies, tires squealing, sirens wailing
