little Indian men
with mustard on their mouths
wrapped
in my green curtains
chanting SPICK AND SPAN
its disgusting
their crooked smiles
rotting teeth
seems like all they do is eat
little Indian men
scratching their balls
tossing my lampshade
back and forth
it doesnt stop til
my cat jumps in
devours them all
bit by bit
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