On one bleak day, a fetid drop landed on my raiment;
A large bird of prey soared the clear sky,
Then plummeted towards us like a thunder bolt.
In a flash, it had my hapless little Roquie on its claws.
Like an irate child in a brat-ish tantrum,
I chased and cursed that endangered ******* to its eyry,
But all I got was the sound of dining steel claws and beak,
Complemented by fading whimpers, and dripping blood.
The idiot of prey was oblivious, even to my vicious Appolonia;
Overwhelmed by hopelessness, I tumbled, and wept.
Reflecting on it, I feel for the lowly Have-nots of society;
The plight of being helplessly preyed upon by Haves above.
Appoh's gloomy eyes search the doggy heavens for retribution;
For rare hazy days when the idiots break wings,
When they fall prey to prey.
Maybe one bleak day...
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 3:27 AM UTC
On one bleak day, a fetid drop landed on my raiment;
A large bird of prey soared the clear sky,
Then plummeted towards us like a thunder bolt.
In a flash, it had my hapless little Roquie on its claws.
Like an irate child in a brat-ish tantrum,
I chased and cursed that endangered ******* to its eyry,
But all I got was the sound of dining steel claws and beak,
Complemented by fading whimpers, and dripping blood.
The idiot of prey was oblivious, even to my vicious Appolonia;
Overwhelmed by hopelessness, I tumbled, and wept.
Reflecting on it, I feel for the lowly Have-nots of society;
The plight of being helplessly preyed upon by Haves above.
Appoh's gloomy eyes search the doggy heavens for retribution;
For rare hazy days when the idiots break wings,
When they fall prey to prey.
Maybe one bleak day...
Reflecting upon the plight of the lowly poor members of society; the prey of the members above them.
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