The Beluga Three
beached upon a desert shore
amidst a village of trailers;
what poison do you spout?
Floating rumors of spite
as ugly as the mats you lay upon?
Or, blubbery gossip mills
as greasy as the oil you slather on?
A thousand pounds between you
self loathing is a heavy thing.
Knowing your time is over ~ consequently
for others you spread your malicious lies.
{c} 2003 by Rosemary Winters Tracey
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