Reconstructed the skeleton, set him on the floor
Incisions rescinded and tissues replaced
No lightning bolts, just scalpels and grease
Just handcuffs and a forty four
No Lovecraftian errors to spare
Removed the eyes from the sockets
Replaced conniptions with pure purpose
His skull sloshed with acid
Two beakers full: he shall not be placid
September 14, 2009
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