Bloat and gangrene, crimped as if by tourniquet.
A dark promise wriggles within.
Grip the fibrous handles, feel its jagged soul imprint upon your palm.
Rend the sinew, tear muscle from bone, hatch their fetid gift!
The yoke draws near!
Take up the slip and read the words upon its face.
Time to enjoy your lovely joke!
Q: What d’you call a pair of komodo dragons making a sand castle?
A: Practical Beach Lizards
