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The tapeworm writeress, the Securitate snitch
stretches out from one shithole to the other
for food and she’s fed by the old and the new
masters on milk and honey, she has an enviable
situation, her actions at the newspapers,
at the publishing houses, at the departments,
at the ministries and TV stations traverse
and split the human being and split her
from one side to the other until she abandons
these things full of venomous yellow slobber
like diarrhoea or as black as the crude oil,
the free tapeworm in the multitude swings
with her human resemblance she comes back
and flings the shadows of the victims one by one.
And I depart from the mud that she throws
from this worm brought in from the Dead Sea
with the scroll of sulphur.
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