duck

no one realises
the duck is to blame for everything
the gorgeous duck with burning red eyes
that haunts the apex of my soul

look at its little webbed feet
its evil little webbed feet
imbued with wickedness
and tangled in the weeds of forgiveness
why little duck of horror
why did you leave me

unpunctuated
the duck destroys everything
creates everything
smokes trendy cigarettes with everyone
possesses this poem and
turns it
into word salad

we must stop the duck
by cooking it
and feeding it to nuns
who may not want to eat it
because of the cholesterol

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