the Corpse of Burroughs
and those Other Living Parasitic Ghouls
Hung Around His Dirty Shirt Collar
like a NUMBING HANGOVER.
He Tried and Couldn’t Mouthwash Their Dirty Taste
Out of His Mouth with AMMONIA and BLEACH.
WHATDAYA THINK THEY WERE GONNA DO?
As an Epitaph, APOLOGIZE for THEIR DEATH TRIPS?
I Told You so….