Confused Is Better Than Afraid

It’s a damn sucker punch in the gut.

Oh ya, it’ll take your wind out.

And make you wince in pain.

And the Loosh that’s created

Your loss and somethings gain.

What?

What is it?

What licks your wound so clean?

That you’ll never heal

And daily squeal

When the air touches that loosh machine.

They’re so damn mean.

Invisible and lo, they kill

Everything so slowly

Slower the better.

Wound. Then lick them clean.