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Below is the first few pages excerpted from the book,,,
Wickedly delicious it
out of a black and horrid gale
finishing fat the little bit,
licking the bone until it's pale
of what's scrummy in travail,
you've quite surprised me, I confess.
I'm Slumgullion. Forgive the mess.
But while you're here, why not sit
and listen to the tale
of this bone and savor it
out of a black and horrid gale?
It's jovial, if somewhat stale,
but dolts, disasters, folderol,
I have found, don’t get old.
When I was in the world just lollystrolling
about the easy foolishness of suffering,
attentive, but not so much patrolling,
fanning in my great, God-Given wings
the attar sweet, the hopelessness of things,
I saw a man against a tree and leering
which beguiled me to take the sheep for shearing.
I know the awful shape of things to come.
I am beyond all mercy and salvation.
I am in the painful shadow of that Kingdom
where the Jewel Wasp stings and life goes on
through the thirst and gnawing of damnation
and even though I was one of many men
I’ve no compunction now tormenting them
for I have known them all, and quite enough,
the selfish, belligerent idiots who
go heads up their ass though overstuffed
and guard from there a worldview
that swells their balls until they shoot
and you get sperm accidents, murder, adultery,
addiction, vanity, the sob story.
As expected, he wasn’t much of a prize:
short, stupid, boring, a jerk-off,
common in every way that common dies
not even worth the stamp or salvage cost
for, clearly, he was already lost
to some other simple, pointless devil,
the imbeciles they take at Junior level….
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