Mr. Raccoon shows off his new zizag tattoos to Ms. Tortoise, whose waist, he notices, is suddenly much slimmer. Onto the asphalt, Mr. Snake has shed again - not his skin but his stomach. His black scales melting into the world-serpent; a beast, armored in concrete, coils around the planet its yellow stripes dirty, and peeling. Shattered antlers and cracked hooves A torso distended outward in the february heat Wash the bloodstains off of your cracked windshield and Don't Swerve. Hedgehogs, dandelions, squirrel tails and puppy dog snouts, the weekly shredding of tantalizing grass millions of innocent highwaymen taking their blood toll. A woodcutter's axe sharpens, silently as sweet gold fades into bitterness.
Irony Poison 