Satire is ether

Satire is ether

and so

everyday is Larynx Day


We pour a bitter drop

and our bones, they squeal

yet motionless

our tendons, they stretch

out of sight

our nerves

just can’t remember

they were spoiling

for a fight.

PS: Saboteando la MIR (día 116)

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