Riff On Ima Ryma's One Last Gift Poem by David McLansky

Riff On Ima Ryma's One Last Gift



This is the clerk at New Windsor FedEx,
About your package wrapped with your ex,
You used a cheap brand of masking tape,
The sticky stuff was out of date
And the wrap you used: his peeled skin
Started to come off from groin to chin,
Could you not send him UPS,
We're having some trouble with his address.
Might we suggest using crazy glue,
And for the address: a two tone tattoo

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