How were the eggs dear?

[claire_writes]

Jeez Claire,
when they're good
its like shooting
fucking jelly beans!-
lunatic pellets
from the barrels of my ass-
to the paper
that sits like
a stupid donkey
with a dropped jaw,
a gaping black hole,
and processes them
from the sensational
dream factory
until at last
the printer
shits 'em out and they
enter the sewers
of useless art.