If I were a better person, I’d
be willing
(even though it makes me sick)
to suck on evil like a loose filling.
I can feel my veins spilling
over with evil green oobleck
as I suck, so I’m willing
to volunteer for the
long-needle drilling,
all for the sake of my civic
duty to be filling
myself and all my friends with
righteous indignation
every minute of the fucking
day. I’m willing
to schedule myself for
full-time hand-wringing
if that’s the medicine
needed to remove the rotten
member. We all know sickness
is the best physic.
That’s why I’m willing
to sell my ring for one shilling.
