to the ogre
broken hearts
taste like froot loops
dreams are like
cotton candy
which he quite likes
vermin, which make him shiver,
look like
poets : "where do they even
come from?"
he says to his wife
who is made out of broomsticks
and balloons
she commits suicide daily
and daily is brought back to life
to care for their fucktuplets
but the main thing he does
is run his mouth:
guglelly
gah gah gah
harh harh blegg gah
gubelly
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