Iodine And Baby Oil Poem by Francis Poole

Iodine And Baby Oil

I was going to call this,
Why are we all still here?
I think we may find out
sooner than later.
When you get to the border
don't use the secret handshake.
It would be a dead giveaway.
You would be tased and
in handcuffs before
you could say,
I'll blow your fucking
head off.
Head straight for the blue-light
mortuary district
where stiff corpses
can be exercised
and placed in various
Yogic and Pilates positions.
A corpse massage will cost
an additional fee.
Remember, a flexible stiff
is a relaxed stiff.
Once you get past
the Crypto Bar
go with the flow
until you see
the Bijou Theatre.
The film showing is
Golgotha 13, a Tasmanian-Iranian flick
about a sixteen year old girl
who claims to be Jesus Christ.
Children love her and
her message of love
and compassion.
She comes to them
on a special YouTube channel.
She is able to secretly
communicate with children
through her smile and
eye movements.
She tells them things
about nature
and how to interpret
energy wave patterns.

Once upon a time
I had a chance
to kill him.
Buy a ticket
and sit in the balcony.
Twelve minutes after
the movie starts
lie down on the floor
between the seats. Three gunman
ill open fire on the audience
and toss grenades.
After the explosions
get up and escape
via the rear fire exit
down to the street.
A government car
will be waiting.
You will be taken to
a boys prison farm
where you will work
in the kitchen.
A month later
you will walk off the farm
and hide in the jungle.
Wait there until you
hear from me.

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