Here comes the awful thing.

It was stuck, but now it’s free.

Trapped in the silk.


The paper colony, wasted

A city of would-be men

In a crumpled page


Flush the city of worms

The tadpole manly things

Searching the U-bend


No eggs in there my friends

Death to the millions

That could be anything


Except people. Or much else.

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