for Brigs...
when you grieve
for the wrong person
as you rushed
to the morgue and
cried immediately
on that covered body
of a bloated tummy
only to find that
it is not Bing but
someone
whose name
is strange to your
ear,
did you not tell
me that it
was funny?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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