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Dinner with the Joneses

And if I have failed to mention that
your wife is a dangerously deranged mannequin
your children are fleshy mounds of polluted ideals
and all that you are is a child in an expensive suit
it must be only because I am stoned by the sleep gravity
brought on by the sound of your voice.

(I really wanted to say
but instead I picked up my fork
and stuck it into the chicken).