#frienemies
This secret, best kept away
from prying hands that drop
eyes on eaves and awnings.
They stay within
the perimeter of spies and agents
doubling as bartender ears,
drink up and pour
the punch that hits you where
you bleed invisible. The spleen
lacerating split, a penetrating
ooze, cleaves back and forth with you.
Drain out and glaze over. Be very,
very still.
Mar 13, 2016
Mar 13, 2016 at 3:18 AM UTC
You are so simple and sweet
Here have a treat!
Oh why the face?
Is it not to your taste?
Oh is it dry?
Here have cola spry!
Oh why the face?
Is it not to your taste?
Silly me, that's dish water,
And dog treats, would you like those hotter?
Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 9:23 PM UTC