"mongaloo" poems
Softly positioned beneath the ****** sky
Mongaloo rubbed his sore belly,
Picking the moss bites out of his naval
And ingesting them in his heat stricken misery.
*Oh gloomy am I when forced to bare witness
To such abysmal stupidity.
You Catch are truly a tragic reminder
Of the need for infectious disease,
Or another global disaster.*
Catch rubbed his eyes and moaned a bit
Then replied to Mongaloo with much certainty,
That it was in fact his mothers fault
For being such a dreadful ****
And raising him so poorly.
Apr 3, 2017
Apr 3, 2017 at 4:04 PM UTC