THE EVIL JERKS

Someone was in
my apartment
watching me go
to the bathroom.

My dead son is
always with me.
I see him in
my apartment.

He came back to
protect me from
the evil jerks
who want to kill

me. My son has
little blood in
him. He is just
a torso.

Diabetes
took his legs and
his arms away.
I hold him and

I hug him, but
he has no mouth.
He can’t thank me
or warn me when

the evil jerks
come into my
bedroom seeking
sex and money.

My bladder fell
out yesterday.
I wrapped it in
foil and put it

in the fridge.
The evil jerks
probably want
to take that too.

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