Alice Hates Bob
by Fanz Hugo

The body has
been slow to throb.
I guess, I guess
Alice hates Bob.

She sipped his tea,
and kicked the mob.
You see, you see:
Alice hates Bob.

She moved his head,
and cleaned the knob.
The floor’s turned red.
Alice hates Bob.

If only his
body was easy
to throb. Oh Bob.

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