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the Georgia Heat is Too Much


a wicker basket of brie is
stolen at gunpoint;

the heart of the thief is
later examined at the CDC;

they find nothing strange about
the muscular tissue and the
microscopes cannot ask
questions like where’d you doctors
grow up
? so several mysteries remain;

but someone leaks to the news
that no evidence of love
was found in the cells and
without love it’s likely
that the thief is in hell;

someone watching the news
on their five minute
break laughs and mutters through
a mouthful of salt
and vinegar chips:

none of you motherfuckers ever been hungry?

then they go take a piss
and it’s right back to work;

it’s always right
back to work.


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