Feast of the Flamingo

1980

I am the black pudding
Ahh ... see the corrupt munchkins
With mucous rivers running down thier faces
Encrusting in thier clothes
Dripping onto thier pointed tongues.

Deer lick thier shirts
Collars slick and green.

Flamingoes dance for our entertainment.

Then the black birds attack
The munchkins scream thier wretched horror
Avengers peck out thier eyes
The munchkins quiver and shake.

Soon they implode
Leaving only puddles
Of greasy jelly.

All is quiet.

The black pudding shakes with silent mirth.

© Copyright 1978-2011 by Preston V. McMurry III

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