THERES a pregnant nun in this face,
a ringmaster, arresting a neurotic,
damaged child, ..
theres a splitting,
a straight jacket,
a tranes,
and a mental hospital painted
with, sexton, plath, and poe,
farmer, and the babble of a
stupid god, saying, stay the f.
out.
THE pregnant nun returns, saying,
so this is what i get for taking
care of you.
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