by Glen Martin Fitch
I lend this to you
And I want this back
As good as it is now
And soon. If not…
May your sticky fingers shake.
May your spongy liver quake.
May your greedy stomach churn.
May your grabby palms burn.
Pussy Pimples on your chin.
Purple Bruises on your shin.
Warts between your toes.
Blisters on your nose.
May your smelly butt hole itch
May your sneaky eyelids twitch
May your ears ring you cry
May your heart race till you die.
But first, before you go,
my former friend,
Promptly and unharmed
Give me my BOOK* back.
(*you may attach this poem inserting: fishing rod, chafing dish, cuff links, allen wrench, pinking shears, soccer ball, microphone, lawn mower, board game, beach towel etc...
From:
8/11
Copyright ©:
Glen Martin Fitch
Last updated August 23, 2011