Infinite Flush
Flush it once
and it never
stops. Flushing
like always a
bridesmaid.
Cherry red
to the bitter
end. That’s
how you get
a croaked
spinster. By
contrast, a
wolf can be
heard. Its
tinny howl
splits the
silence into
two gargantuan
curtains. You
know you’re a
goner when
the opening act
lasts forever
(and ever).
