News told of Sally, who gone and done a dirty. Smashed a puck of glass over the puck of bone, doing handstands in the paint. She owed digits to the wrong folk. They took her down Jukebox Avenue, then called her lost.
News told of others who had the same thing happen to them. Bodyparts flowed to the black market at a steady pace, but none seemed to ask where from. Business was booming. Perhaps it was time to take a real good look.
