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Alien in Aisle Eleven! [180.75] 8-lines

Alien in Aisle Eleven!

I watched clouds come in from the east
a ROILing mess of grey and black — water and anger.

I sat there as if to BROIL was my ticket to hell,
like beef or beets, steamed like prawns or frogs.

You RECOIL at my reddened face,
my peeling arms, my pimples; yet,
sit there in nothing but your banana bikini.

I've seen better in Aisle Eleven.

© Copyright 2023 Kåre Enga [180.75] (30.juli.2023)