The audacity
Of your tongue
To be shaped like a flower
But to speak like a serpent
The animosity
Of my chest
It heaves each time your near
You pollute my very air
Disgust and contempt
Don't begin to explain
How much I seeth
When I hear your vile name
Aug 15, 2025
Aug 15, 2025 at 7:09 PM UTC
The audacity
Of your tongue
To be shaped like a flower
But to speak like a serpent
The animosity
Of my chest
It heaves each time your near
You pollute my very air
Disgust and contempt
Don't begin to explain
How much I seeth
When I hear your vile name