That Ol’ Fuddy Duddy Killer
“Bald head
and fuzzy logic,
he always gave up
that inanimate
chance
when burrowing
his head in the hole;
but only,
really,
when the Brothers let him….”
the hunter shot him dead.
Lipstick smeared
with blood.
(Or was it the other way round?)
Teeth crooked
with
no carrot gold fillings
to steal
or pawn
or use as a souvenir.
Crocodile tears from a mammal?
Was he despicable?
Or just afraid that five minutes
were truly over.
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