pretty baby

Angel Lynne

This poem was prompted on this YouTube comment under an Alvin & the Chipmunks cover played at 16rpm β€” art from a response to an edit of a cover. We’re in it now, kids. Anyway, listen to the all the 16rpm Chipmunks edits here.

i frolic in the dirt like a
pretty baby
i wait for them to find me
god, i'm hungry
he sings and pretends to be a
classy lady
but when i make a sound he
gets the hose again
i imagine i'd be in stitches
if i climbed out and slit his vein
but when the song is over
it’s all the same 
mere minutes until i become a
pretty coat

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