The man in my life is like that creature in the movie!
My husband is a blob,
He has no shape,
And is just an amorphous being.
He’s filled with goo,
Instead of guts,
And oozes across the floor,
Like a puddle of slime.
When I touch his skin,
It wiggles like Jell-O,
And collapses into a liquid form.
He is forever changing,
Never standing,
A blob now and forever.
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