Wednesday, April 21, 2010

854. SNUFF FILM

SNUFF FILM
The protagonist was already dead,
like Greek fish in a dockside webbing.
I hear that filthy sound: 'you make me
puke, barf asshole, and get that
rope from around my neck!'
The man in the manacle said to
me: 'Starlets always talk that way.
Little crumpet whores are good for
shit.' At first I was terrified...only
then I realized : at union wages,
this wasn't so bad.

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