Your lips aren’t as moist as the little card says
By JD Nelson
Runaway ghouls
& pine cones.
Who has
the flashlight?
I need to go
behind that tree –
Maybe I’ll lose
the clown makeup
& start some nice
spaghetti.
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yeah fogman… i think you may be right.
so maybe the last line is a lot like the lips in the title?
flippant. last stanza could be wittier or something. seems to give up somehow.