A poem in here
somewhere he said
you could be right but why do
crows sometimes fuck their dead
birds are strange he said
nothing is out of bounds
you can do it or I can do it
hell no use writing a bad one
but they’ve got the magic
they can stop your spells
then better you do it he said
wherever the crows fuck their dead
ReplyDeleteone is bound to find a poem
DeleteBut they tear
the deceased to
pieces afterwards
which augurs
rather poorly
for the poem