Dogs only follow me,
Since my teeth turned red,
Humans always avoid me—
I find them under my bed.
Carpets and blankets,
Red-stained pockets,
Cute as a maid with flowers for a head.
Praise me, praise me more!
I’m a lord sent from above.
Crawling through your impure heart,
I wriggle, gnaw, and shove.
I eat anything, everything—
Say it’s a kink if you think—
But I love the taste of iron
Like snakes love the heron.
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Author:
Agantuk (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I know it sucks but I just felt like writing something macabre and this is what I cooked. You can try and find meaning but I didn't intend any, just a hotpot of ideas made into a edible symphony.
- Category: Gothic
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Comments2
I absolutely love this. I feel like this is what powtry is actually abt, and we often underine that: to express ideas and emotions however we feel so, not caring abt what other ppl think.
It is a method in the madness kind of feel one gets. Nicely written.
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