Barbeque

BARBEQUE

I’m drowning in a sea of skulls

While Adam’s ameoba looks

for that lost rib.

Am I missing one too?

Not unless I want to be a pop

star with a smaller waist.

Maybe I should sit up 200 times

a day, but I might get bed sores.

Besides, there must be enough

room for people to live inside of

my body and suckle at my udders

while my ass becomes roast for

Oprah’s Texas cattlemen. Yee Haa!

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