The POTW: Verse Til It Hurts


POTW #740
(Week of 3 October, 2010)

It's October once again, a special time in which we celebrate the creepy, the oozy, the fascinatingly, delightfully horrific.

The Bountiful Boil

O burgeoning boil
O fat bloated bubble
Of rank yellow turmoil
Of foulness and trouble
Distended and quavering
Profligate urge
As something unsavory
Strains to emerge
O bountiful boil
Such lavish eruption
To the victim the spoils
Of the means of production
Collect in a jar
All the gunk from within
All the evil we are
All the dank furtive sin
Displayed on a shelf
Like a warm liquid journal
For reminding oneself
What is best kept external

Copyright © 2010 by Dave Grossman

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