Lashed to a tree branch
The abandoned lovey waits.
Days pass, and seasons.
Cruelly shorn of clothes.
Are those her pants in the weeds?
Ah! How the world is weeping!
Cry havoc, gummies!
When the grenade exploded
A part of me died.
Lone chicken nugget.
Once crisp, now not fit for man.
You rest on rough stone.
The jalapeño!
Wedged with such ferocity.
May buttocks meet you.
The humanity!
Who would unleash such terror
Into a calm dawn?
