You rape the morning
with your
pots and pans
hands
Scarecrow knocked
from peaceful perch
ears echoing with the
slut-sick screams of
every
single
one
of
your lucite-heeled
whores
Your obtrusive footsteps
thunder
killing the morning crows
with your awful
awake
5 hours ago
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slut sick screams.
awesome.
alliteration.
I am going to print this and post it through my bastard neighbour's letterbox.
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