QED

poesy

Barmaids with scaly tails

he said he wanted to send me back to heaven with

the motive force of a boxer’s concrete fists;

I then severed his scaly tail with my

sharpened no. 2 pencil.

It moved with the others in unison.

He grew irate

and produced the most ugliest fangs.

He bit into my arm,

but his teeth were brittle

and turned back into atoms…

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