GreenNo trains on torn tracks

Purple slash brown

They point down

To the bottom




Here’s what you need

Doubtless want

Queue this way

A line of gray

Every day



Mild green Fairy Liquid

In a wee plastic cup

Past broken tusks

Say ‘thank fuck’

Numbed up

For now


Not what they’d choose

For daughter or son

No hon, no rat run

Different strokes

For posh folks

It seems




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