MaverickMagazine

Howard O'Brien


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FLUX OF THIEVES, CANTO 25

            Then he stopped talking, the bandit
            Launched two stiff fingers skyward
            And screamed, “Fuck you god, sack of shit!”

            Thank you snakes for choking that blowhard.
            One coiled round his throat, squeezing it
            as if to say, “Shut up, retard!”