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and so we wait
by Philip F De Pinto
my old man advised me once.
he said, son when times are tough
and tumble and lean and mean
don't flail or curse the near cadaver
which you've become.
rather, turn, set up camp round the Glutton
with the button which is about to pop!
for in so turning you can eke out an existence
just by what gets stuck between his teeth.
and when he flosses, all that is sweet and missing
from your life will surely fall like partridges from a pear tree.
and so, given times were tough and tumble
and mean and lean, I set up camp with all the other near cadavers
who had been given this advice by their old mans.
and so we camped round the Glutton with the button which was about to pop,
waited for him to finish making a Glutton out of himself
and we waited for him to begin to floss, begin to loose those
sweet parcels which were pinioned twixt his teeth.
save, the Glutton never flossed and this our old men did not anticipate.
and so we will have to be more patient than any near cadaver had anticipated.
and so we wait until the Glutton's teeth rot and fall out like partridges
in a pear tree, or like care packages from his dirty rotten hanger.
and then we will have our sweet fillings and binge on such packages
saving the piece de resistance for last, which was the skin of his teeth.
which we will fry in the spit we have set up in our camps.
01/20/2013 Posted on 01/20/2013
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