Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
The Autopsy Report
The exquisite c(o)rpse,
Laid out in all its glory.
Poked and prodded,
Barely real.
The exquisite c(o)rpse, ,
Skin pulled back.
Truths revealing
A fate not sealed.
The exquisite c(o)rpse, ,
My fellow friend.
Eyes the size of saucers,
Rolling around like marbles.
The exquisite c(o)rpse, ,
A taste I cannot find.
Proving endless,
A trail of disease.
June 30, 2009
Laid out in all its glory.
Poked and prodded,
Barely real.
The exquisite c(o)rpse, ,
Skin pulled back.
Truths revealing
A fate not sealed.
The exquisite c(o)rpse, ,
My fellow friend.
Eyes the size of saucers,
Rolling around like marbles.
The exquisite c(o)rpse, ,
A taste I cannot find.
Proving endless,
A trail of disease.
June 30, 2009
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The Autopsy Report
The Autopsy Report