black pawn on c5
that Burt Reynolds had
pawned for the cash
that he owed Vlad.
Scant moments later, borscht
started to boil over
and cause the stove
[caused…]
to morph into an
iridescent, glowing, sentient blob
that began to dance
La Cucharacha on out
[our]
proletariat hopes and dreams.
“Bye Bye Birdie?” inquired
the drunk lying there
naked in the gutter.
However, nary a word
in any dictionary describes
the horror I witnessed
as HR Pufinstuf lumbered
menacingly toward us, wielding