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Vincent J, Tomeo

A Lobster’s Point of View

You thrust me out of the water.

like a steam shovel digging up dirt.

My body thermal shocked.

Then you boiled me alive till I was pink.

You severed my legs,

crushed my shell.

with a nutcracker like tool.

You began to tear me from limb to limb.

and suck out my juices to your delight.

My lobster’s life consumed!

Butter anyone?

by Vincent J. Tomeo

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