Life Grip

there is a thing called a
groundhog, and sometimes it
hides under dis here
tiny house.

technically, the tiny house is a
shed, and coincidentally, it’s
where the Bald
Man stores his
virility.

I know:
seems far-fetched.

implausible, innit.

but just stand here.
listen to the critter
clicks. smell
the varmint fear.

tell me this isn’t the life grip.

tell me
this isn’t the
heart clench blood rocket.



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