paper, the sound is a soft little whoosh,
you could write about your favorite band,
or the adventures of Lyndon LaRouche.
I think of a girl with only one eye
who was an activist for the LaRouche
movement, only half of her face could cry,
and she had the scent of needing to douche.
I think about that smelly young woman
and wonder what she is doing right now
with her smelly self, being a human
who stinks isn't that easy anyhow.
Someone always tells you: "you need to wash,
get into the bathtub and make a splosh."
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