"I used to live in the future. Giant leeches ate my arms and then replaced them. Under the circumstances, this was actually a good thing. Anyway now I'm here and I'm looking for someone else from the future."
Should be sung to the tune of "Frosty the
Snowman":
Margo Chicago
Has leeches instead of arms.
She was stuck in muck
But the leeches helped
As she crawled away from harm.
Margo Chicago
Makes sure art is safe.
With her cyborg friend
The Bublinaplex defends
Until her banishment day.
She thought it was quite tragic
When her cyborg friend was crushed.
But she doesn’t give a single fuck
If her leech arms inspire disgust.
For Margo Chicago
Must fight giant tardigrades.
And lobopods and mutant things
And break cyborg blockades.
Clunkety clunk clunk
Clunkety clunk
Is how the cyborg factory goes.
Clunkety clunk clunk
Clunkety clunk
Till the factory explodes!
Rick Claypool is the author of Leech
Girl Lives. His short fiction appears in TL;DR Magazine,
The Mustache Factor, The Allegheny Review, and in the forthcoming Not
My President: The Anthology of Dissent. For more, visit rickclaypool.org.
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