Inside his Mother
Hevile grew
and slithered out
like a bloody stew,
clenched his
plump and fragile fists
stamped the vomit-splattered floor
with his sweet and tender feet
and shouted Whore!
Give me this!
Give me that!
Give me the lot!
Now give me more!
He stamped his feet.
Both parents smiled
and planted wheat.
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