Oh My God, What For, My Eyes!
Someone Find Me Some Goddamn Lye
By Brent TharpPublished 9 months ago • Updated 9 months ago • 1 min read
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Better than Salinger at his best, this little beastie
In my tiny belfry,
I stare at a fly,
Slyly landing,
On foody panoply.
Funny fucking fly.
If I killed him, though,
I surely would cry.
Keening to the sky,
Wrists sliced, I'd die.
For in my hoosegow high,
I have naught to read,
But fucking CATCHER IN THE RYE.
About the Creator
Brent Tharp
I edit STEM books. I like writing, cats, and wine, though not necessarily in that order.
I was raised by wolves in a small forest somewhere in Middle America.
Why don't ketchup bottles squirt correctly? All or nothing seems grifty to me.
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