"poulty" poems
an animal i am
they call me man
**** in any my way
eat the foul
and a dessert with ****
an animal i am
disgust in others
not me
love is the turn to open doors
though consumed with hate
an animal i am
money, women
poulty, and beef
not one sits on my throne
while i eat
oh
an animal i am
Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 1:15 AM UTC