SS Head
by grimbeau
The Gnat and Fly Dept
is a ruin.
Hens don’t lay
all his trees are dead.
Farmer Jaw they call you.
Chinless Wonder!
Hide it with your hand will you?
The wife said.
Point at the horizon
past the fields of death.
You go green, stifle pukes after the shot
when brain splats oakleaf lapel
batman dibs it off a bit quick
leads you to the limo and safe.