I had this big row
in this big city
on our only big holiday.
Oh, this big drama
on this great big platter
of moules and frites and great big steaks.
Oh those big snakes
snarling and slavering on the big vicious decades
of snarling slavering vicious
mouths open
drooling and calling everyone in secret;
spitting to the point of outrage and/or awkwardness.
And then how we left it all as normals
and all un-normals and all
awful.
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