Written by Stephanie Berger

Dearly beloved I’ll be your host

tonight a very sassy ghost your auctioneer

for we are gathered here to celebrate

the union of two beautiful clauses I’ll start

the bidding at a hundred dollars Just kidding!

At the low, low price of a single single I told him

to say that to put it in those very words

to auction off this sentence which is not mine

to keep locked inside lady's gut causes

truth decay over time shut down

gets expensive depreciates so I would encourage you

generally of course support your

ectoplasmic lips opening thirsty skeletal

but also to divest yourself of all

belonging to live with a pack

of hungry street dogs for once in your life

you could empty yourself like a bucket but of what

do I know really about life?

I am not Jesus nor have I ever been

hungry I did not live through the Black

Death & become modern

with the rest of you