I owe you nothing.
You and your milk mouth, spittle dribbling, cotton-clad pup.
Take my abdomen and fill it with a steaming stream of sulphur, tell me it’s saline first though otherwise I wouldn’t let you.
Do a hearty mucus cough to the side and watch it slide down the linoleum, plasmic, try and pull back a fable as it slinks into a drain, caught halfway between above & below.
And, don’t do that wince lik...