the easter bunny is a rancid bunny
i can't believe
he's still around
so crowded with disease
is his
gigantic carcass
that he spreads panic
and sorrow
wherever he goes
and yet he still walks
unpunished
a mindless white atrocity
in a costume of consequence-free
immortality
yes i am wigging
out--my anger and confusion swell
and mutate
assuming an all too familiar toxicity
i need to get a grip
i need a egg
preferably the color of fire
to house my ire
my senses overcome by vinegar
and sulfur
once again
that nightmare
has gone underground
he has slipped away
one day i will find him
and I will make him pay
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