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Prepropositioned pudding (Free verse) by Jeremi B. Handrinos
"I will take you, and you, and you..."
I say to my left hand at the fridge door
as I grab a selection of left-overs,
and head back to the couch to take in more
than my fair share of infomasturbatory cosmic
crapparoni. That's where I noticed (with a look
that could only be called 'regretable'.)
some fucker had gone & finger swiped the
pudding? And thus begins the mystery of
"The Prepropositioned Pudding".
And my queer dilema.