Umbilical Cords Make the Best Drug Lords
The morgue was filled with bodies
that were no longer in movie theatres.
Riddled with bullets and much confusion.
Looks like this one was triggered!
laughed Richmond.
Yeah, about a 147 times by my last count,
said the coroner.
Has enough lead now that he could
probably be Made in China.
Richmond couldn’t remember the last
time he made anything.
Probably his third child, but his wife
did all the work.
Send all the jackets off to ballistics
when you get a moment, Chief!
said Averella.
Richmond was just back from
the evidence locker and hopped up
on many of the latest finds.
Averella looked over and saw Richmond
standing halfway between the hall
and the morgue, propping the door open
with his fat wiggling ass.
Don’t mind him!
Averella smiled to the coroner.
Any decent investigator will begin
investigating the mysteries of a
swinging door before too long.
I’ll have what he’s having!
the bullet-riddled body on the slab
sat up and said.
The coroner jumped back,
remembered where he kept his
own stash which may be waning
according to the evidence.
You alright doc?
Averella smiled.
An small invasion force of his teeth
setting out to conquer
distant lands.
The coroner said nothing.
Made sure he was triple gloved
so no one got pregnant.
Richmond leaning obtusely
over in the far corner,
hitting on a pair of calipers
while this latest cause of death
refused to play hard to get.
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