ermelo is strange
ermelo is weird
I met a woman with face full mange
that I mistook for a beard.

ermelo is dry
ermelo is thin
I sat and watched a man cry
as snot ran down his chin.

ermelo is upstream
ermelo is lost
I heard its lonely scream
hiding behind my ghost.

ermelo is like the rest of them,
but all on its own.

in ermelo I also saw:
apple boxes in a tree form a lazy crucifix
an albino burn me with his stare
two men breaking into a red car.