He is almost filthier than
The twenty pigeons that he
Somehow has gathered enough
Scraps to feed.
Almighty to them.
Bringer Of Food.
"Look," someone says,
"Parasites on a parasite!"
I think of gods. And parasites,
Picking laughs from
Their unjudgemental
Hands.
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 8:00 AM UTC
He is almost filthier than
The twenty pigeons that he
Somehow has gathered enough
Scraps to feed.
Almighty to them.
Bringer Of Food.
"Look," someone says,
"Parasites on a parasite!"
I think of gods. And parasites,
Picking laughs from
Their unjudgemental
Hands.
