dear Marge, I write you from here, the little town
with narrow streets and fiberglass buildings
where are posted, from one end to another
the Simpson’s comics

yesterday, a boy was riding his bike staring
at comics and got under a car
it means that he died immediately, his parents
are very desperate, my dear

also yesterday, a boy was riding his bike staring
at comics and got under a car
it means that he died immediately, his parents
are so devastated, my dear, that they appealed
to a cryogenic institute

I must tell you more, on the same day, means yesterday
a boy was riding his bike staring at comics
and got under a car, it means that he died immediately
his parents are overmuch afflicted and
they want to clone him

dear Marge, I write you from here, the little town
with narrow streets and fiberglass buildings
where are posted, from one end to another
the little Pugsley Addams riding his new bike
comics