Slaughterhouse & Rotterdom

So I walk in and I look around and I see red bits and pink bits

I see sharks with half fins doing laps of otto bins

And rhino horns sliced with the letters “KW” on the flat tip

And each radar blip hits big with snot spray

While pancakes sizzle and bubble and pull out a flap jack

And now I’ll stop and think of twelve crap black big macs

Left behind a piano

For three years

Still looks fresh after all these tears.

– Scott Sandwich

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