Poetry from 2001.
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matt_doyleUnedited. Because editing this would bring no-one any joy.
The Lobster
Inside my skin a lobster is tearing me apart
his red-boiled pincers clasp the ventricle of my heart
His nefarious wishes are carried by radio waves
direct to my brain, and however depraved
they seem, I am obliged
to follow the will of the lobster that rules my life.
The Lobster
Inside my skin a lobster is tearing me apart
his red-boiled pincers clasp the ventricle of my heart
His nefarious wishes are carried by radio waves
direct to my brain, and however depraved
they seem, I am obliged
to follow the will of the lobster that rules my life.
