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Nov 2018
They say that jokes are meant to gratify
if they're good enough. I said wow and
refused to return the call.
(Ask not what your modesty can elicit.)

Gah, for a shove, or a ladder to boot.

Assimilative effects will be assimilative.

Must be the plaque. Must be the beat.

Human souls are made of dead paper.

Outrageous, says the goat before playing her flute.

              no faith in        skin      betray

I dipped my nose in sterilized water and am clean,
ready to proceed.

Body hair falling like wall-paint, but not readily.

Nose is padded with consciousness, it knows,
I can reach my belly hole.
Written by
Anurag Mukherjee
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