Autopsy Report | Stan Morrison - Read Poetry Online by Talented Contemporary Poets

Autopsy Report | Stan Morrison

No amount of hand sanitizer
Can create a surfeit of clean
And disguise the dying flesh
Bronzer and a comb-over
Can’t cover the decay inside

You are a very Narcissus
Papa’s little pride and joy
You’ve prove to us plebeians
Wealth doesn’t define success
Status isn’t a sign of intelligence

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