OctPoWriMo 7

There’s a fly on his head
And his eye is putrid red
Pencearrhea
Pencearrhea

When he won’t shut up
And his eye is full of blood
Pencearrhea
Pencearrhea

When he asks for more time
His plexiglass is full of grime
Pencearrhea
Pencearrhea

When he smirks because white
While she puts out the gaslight
Pencearrhea
Pencearrhea

And his eye’s so red
Oh and the fly’s still on his head
Pencearrhea
Pencearrhea
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By Joshua Keiter

reader, writer, actor, singer, teacher