My love, a fat red balloon of laughing gas
beats my useless appendix silly.
Humorous green parasite, glutton through and through,
cackling all the way to the water.
None for me, i am stillbirth
a vessel for this leprous leech.
Symptoms of heartburn and a hereditary deficiency of morality.
At the altar, the priest takes my history.
The trouble merges you all together.
A kaleidoscopic gift bag jingles in your writhing hands
as you suffocate willingly.
Inside is my naked body and a poem that may win first place.
But you will never know.
Ha-ha.