Trepanation

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: October 12, 2017

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Splish-splosh I could say...

I could stare at my reflection all day

And wonder if I can get my face back on

Will everything go away?

 

My brain, a coconut pulverized

Between Grape Ape's palms.

The milk, my meager thoughts,

Flowing out of nipples into my mouth.

My eyes, two olives with the pits being sucked out

By me.

 

Woe is me!

I still feel the sting in the back of my head

From that time the doctor

Slapped my buttocks!


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