Lawrence awoke to the sound of a rattling window
He had wet his bed with another's urine
And his unsettled brine was its own institution (unto itself, fucker)
Broken glass was a non-occurrence
There was no drama nor excitement
Lawrence felt the chilling of the wetness
Maybe it was the wind or a momentary shift of the tectonic plates
But Lawrence knew he would need to kill
The caucasoid, full-breasted Libyan boy
He had wet his bed with another's urine
And his unsettled brine was its own institution (unto itself, fucker)
Broken glass was a non-occurrence
There was no drama nor excitement
Lawrence felt the chilling of the wetness
Maybe it was the wind or a momentary shift of the tectonic plates
But Lawrence knew he would need to kill
The caucasoid, full-breasted Libyan boy
Beneath his bed
Who had come through the Puddingstone Reservoir Stoma
From the Witch-Baby Meritocracy at the center of the Earth®
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