"Strip you pig" said the officer to the man,
and the man did,
And then he lied on the hot ground,
a frying pan.
The man became sweaty, oily and toasty,
then he shriveled up.
Flesh rags, like slices, hanged from his corpse.
Karina Guardiola-L (c)
Poet: Karina Guardiola-L
read: 3025 times Rating:Date: 15 June, 2008
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