Putting in my twenty-five cents for June 11th, 2014
--Pluto
The Formula
At two o'clock AM after a Triscuit gorge
clogged my esophagus i knew how you felt
so many years ago when you made George
vanish before our eyes. The absent coin dealt
us awe (unaware at first of your deep surprise).
Until with silence fierce and pointing flails
you revealed the trick had gone awry.
A heimlich flurry and gasping wails
no refund of the magic could arrange.
One trip to the ER and hours hence
You got your quarter back with change:
comedy = tragedy over (time and distance)
plus 25 of anything in oral abyss.
Sometimes medicine shows are worse than disease.
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