poem #2

at the bottom of a pigpile, person x sits, tangled up in trunks and arms. the room is so full of fucking opinions that only the biggest people can move at all and when they do, which is on the border of desperation, some poor little unfortunate gets pinched in the process and gets hurt and starts shrieking. and if anybody is bleeding they are immediately taken out by two gorillas who take them to the main chimp who brow-beats them and decides to feed them fewer bananas. if none of these treatments work to stop the bleeding they are carted of to the zoo. otherwise we wait and sleep and sleep and wait and scream and wait and scream again. so welcome to the hospital you stupid animal

thanks to fred