The Shit of Adim Witt

Fears of being found dead,
no longer reside in my mind.
Da gut flops down,
me organs petrify. 

At least it gives me something to write about-
the loss of my beauty… 

And it ain’t so bad,
     sopped in a chummy 
           7 am Tuesday booze buzz.
The trick is...
        don’t look in the mirror
            to see what you’ve become.






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