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"MORI-BUNDLE!"
cried Buju at the two-for-one coffin deal in the window display of the co-op funeral directors
(also sells sandwiches)
I'm thinking how do you go about getting a job in a morgue anyway?
breathe through your mouth forcibilly?
and join the dead body squad
as they gather maggots from the kitchen fallen through rotten floorboard to the storeroom below?
the bluebottles are breeding
our binbags are seething
with their newborn writhing
around in our burnt toast
remnants of sunday roast
and something like soup
but not quite
and i think that this goop
was once glom not gloopy
maybe guacamole?
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