gorgeousness has always been my curse
made in usa
roaring products spring
directly into my hand
like a punch in the face
or the head
when i lie dying i am sure i will smell
Butter Krust Bread
such gorgeousness having always been
my downfall and my curse
but at least I can chuck that piece of card stock
that institutional stationery that
cast such a spell
nor recycle its pulp for tenuous inane futurity
but chuck it in the garbage
where patterns also reveal themselves
look into it who will
but I shall have entered Butter Krust Country
à la dernière fois
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