Drop Of A Body Part N2 The Cosmic Slop.
Pop Goes The Weasel As Lost Appendages Succumb 2 Bloodthirsty Weevil.
Evil Nurseries Of Dead Babies Had By Dead Mommies.
Cutleries 2 Cement Ogrish Realities.
Mentalities Appraise Carcasses With Queer Cleverness...Crystal Clarity.
Daily 2 Yearly Quota.
Iota After Iota Of Humanity Lost 2 The Illustriousness Of The Chopper's Duty.
Futiley, Futility.
Eerie Lobby, You're N, Of This Mysterious Chop Shop.
- Authors: Broken Ankh (Pseudonym)
- Visible: All lines
- Finished: March 8th, 2023 13:00
- Limit: 15 stanzas
- Invited: Public (any user can participate)
- Comment from author about the poem: Horror: Have Fun, Folk.
- Category: Fantasy
- Views: 4
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