Werewolf Hunt
loosening the reins
wandering and meandering
I reign my furry hairy fellow
we are afraid though it´s too late
the mercenaries are catching up
we are on fire and got to escape
the never ending hunt
All alone I waste my time with rotten waste
although I got no taste and have no haste
is it really too much to beg your attention?
where is your mercy and regret?
can´t you feel the pain I got?
What is the root of evil
if not lust for you my human fellow!
but still I am not hungry!
for I discover all the rest of me
is just a frowning mask I wear
although I got no hesitance
I allow myself to vanish now
until the time is right again
I will catch up with all of you
at christmas time!
Don´t be afraid it´s never too late
to hunt down a werewolf clown
for now it´s over because of Corona!!
- Author: philipp luft ( Offline)
- Published: December 25th, 2021 11:52
- Comment from author about the poem: spontaneity catched up with me
- Category: Unclassified
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