looped the noodle, flown the coup.
had I known it were this easy.
I would have perched on the ceiling,
watched the interns pound my chest,
had some fun before deceasing.
I would have exited in a grander style
had I known it were this smooth,
to knock an 8 on it side.
Look at me now, and see your tomorrow.
There will be things we'll miss, for sure;
foods we ate, games we played, we told.
A fine example from Long Island -
cherry stone clams on the half shell ;
a squeeze of lemon, a dash of Tabasco
No more to devour.
The seas are spoiled,
and me --- I am maggotted.
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