On a slow diarrhea to China,
I offer you some womb-sauce, you decline.
"But it's straight from the Unorthodoctor," I attest,
you take a rain check
from under your umbrella, and sign it
with your umbilical cord.
I say,
"You know, I've been thinking about history
lately...about, socio-political Geo Metros and
having a bagel in my
Toyota Supradialectical."
You say nothing, smiling from under your umbrella,
I hmpf, and we look into the rain.
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