"mozzy" poems
I itch and scratch
but cannot catch,
in time to watch him flee;
this ****** awful mozzy-
how he's mocking me!
I strike out hard, intending harm.
Christ! little mozzy, not my ****** arm!
Oh little mozzy, for you shall rue,
for now 'tis I
who shall be hunting you!
I grab the spray
and with it pray
to get him back.
So, now little mozzy,
it is I who shall attack.
Aha! look little dead mozzy,
I told you, you would see.
Now you are dead, mozzy, right on my floor.
Wait! what is that I hear?
Surely, mozzy, you did not bring any more?
Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 3:56 AM UTC
Do you know my brother
you never seance to amaze me
I fear not your wonder
nor fear your wondrous art
you talented ****
Blow it out of your ***
maybe in a horn concerto
I think of me
as i do think of you
poor ******** you and me
They will hate me till the end
and not like you
**** Mozzy, as I take my sweet life
and by my last work
I lay my ****** silver knife
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolais
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 11:54 PM UTC