You Killed Beelzebubbles

the poetry here
has bored me to death
literally

i yawned so large
the my flesh was rent
from ear to ear
and my skull
cracked in half
and vomit spewed
from the open hole
of my throat

(throw a penny
in the fountain
and make a wish)

and all that's left
of me is

a carcass beyond throes
with a murder of crows
tearing at my tongue

(i bet you wished
i was dead)

adieu adieu adieu

(may all the words
in all your poems
always be spelled
correctly)

adieu...