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As I sit above the grave & look down, I

Fritz Hamilton

As I sit above the grave & look down, I
see the casket still open, & in it lies Fred Hammy/
since I am Hammy, the corpse interests me/ I

jump into the hole & pull poor Hammy out/ he
smells of death, but I’ve always stunk that way/ I
touch him, & he’s cold, unlike me who’s a

hothead clean down to my toes, with a firy
penis as many a skank knows/ “Hammy,” I
say, as I stand him up before me, “you look like

me & you seem to be dead!”
He explodes with a terrible
stench from his asshole & replies with breath as foul, “If
you’re me, Fred Hammy, what makes you think

you live?”
An excellent observaton as the
spectre fades away/ I lie down in the casket &
stare up at the sky.
A storm cloud laughs down at

me, but I feel I’m gonna cry/ then a clod of dirt covers
my face, followed by another/ I try to call out for Mother, but
the dirt clogs up my mouth/ why don’t they shut the

casket before I blow a gasket, making
the earth collapse on me, burying me
forever? but why should I care if I’m

infinitely dead?/ for me there’s nothing
ahead/ I feel the bones of Jesoo marching
through my head/ “I am the alpha & omega,” he

grumbles, & we both laugh like Hell/ I throw up all
over myself, because from Jesoo gushes a
disgusting & horrible smell/ the

divine dope must use my soap, which
is no soap when crossing over the bar of lysol, last
used by Saul/ it dissolved his skin &

he came out as Paul who sayeth:
“We are born as the filth of the world!”/ all
are called but few are washed, &

the lysol runneth out, &
Jesoo wraps himself back into the
afterbirth of Mother Mary, who

gives the Christchild to
Magdalene who feeds him from
her tainted teat, &

Jesoo wants
more ...

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