minds grown like plantations
cotton pickin', fuzzy logic,
but when our good Friday arrives,
as he inevitably must,
escaped from Big Pharma cannibals,
a lifestyle-saving vaccine underfoot,
we'll know what to do with Polly
and the dark bliss of her tongue,
and some of us will go, go
stirred crazy and yet in love
with our cells
rugged, urban, urbane individuals
who refuse to leave
ourselves forever
.
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