Plagues of the Special
Let's workshop this poem about a family plagued by a laundry list of mystical afflictions
Plagues of the Special
Anal-probe saucer seizures
run in the family (as do,
when you include distant relatives,
handsy poltergeists, intrusive
previsions, figurines bleeding
off camera), yet neighbors
never notice a thing—
likely because the fuckers
are in cahoots with the government!
