A/N: I set out to write the dumbest poem ever conceived. I'd like to think I succeeded. Even the title has nothing to do with the poem :-p

Spurling Strikes Him Out

Open me up

and you shall find

a crystal cup

filled with rinds

touch my heart

and you will see.

come apart

just for me

feel the red

it's my blood

i am dead

doused in mud

hold my hand

close my eyes

in demand

between my thighs

kiss my lips

stroke my hair

tiny sip

lay me bare.

BAH! _ Mneh.

- Alex