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Boric acid all over my room, not

Fritz Hamilton

Boric acid all over my room,</B> not
a bug left standing/ I look among my
books, & there lies the noblest bug of

them all, me, Fred Hammy, with nary a
tentacle moving, lying in the battlefield as
dead as I am buggy/ after the first bug there

is no other/ swarms of buggy femmes
gathered about my specimen to offer their
last respects/ the first time they have ever

respected me, a hero of history but still
no respect/ they respected Hitler in the
bunker more than they ever did me/ me

at best a bug in the oinkment, treated like
a crashing boar, but no worm in the pork
am I, a bug mounted on a slab of earth with

a pin through my heart/ on exhibit among
other lepidopterans pinned like Jesoo to
our final destination, but

nobody to take us down & put us in the
cave, & nobody to get our rocks off &
help us escape to India to be a

capitalist like Adam Apple to write a
book about it like Smith Apple &
start a revolution of geedy motherfuckers, &

the more money we can store behind the
apple door, the more the mothers
like it, until we own the entire orchard, worked

by illegals for less than minimum wage, a
nation full of bugs exploited by
big agriculture, &

down plummets a vulture to
pick me up in his beek &
eat me pin & all/ I

should have followed Jesoo to India &
fought the European settlers with the rest of
the Indians, but instead got

pinned for all I sinned, &
now I’m a bug with
nary a hug, &

all the Boric acid I
can eat ...
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