Poem.
on the suicide note the doctor left behind
After his wife rode off to Texas with a stranger
on a motorcycle and left him with a STD:
Yes! Love! Now I see
far beyond your pristine beauty.
I say, looking at you marveled,
under this here microscope,
I see that you are women–
made up of mostly germs,
bacterias, and infestions!
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