Gum in the Everything of Vortices

Snork
he cried
snork into the sunset
and the children glared at him
oh the children
oh the butchers
lost in the realm of blackberries

I am worth more than that salt
stop comparing me to that salt
you know nothing about that salt
for crying out loud

Not the tall one
not the tall one
shun the tall one
lick the tall one
lick
the end
of the universe

Words are creepy
and full of syllables
as they laugh at you
behind your back

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