Friday 25 November 2011

#92: Touch Me, Hit Me, Help Me

Augustus ploughed headlong into the happy throng
of children, thrusting his cattleprod
every which way
with a gusto
that witnesses later described to the court as:
'ghoulish',
'inhuman'
and 'consumately arousing'.

Three years later, he remembered that day
as he sat in the tiny attic,
and drowned himself
in a tureen of chill goulash.

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