A life, in three sections,
Oh, horror!
Call the cannibal cops
To dissect the scene, boil things down
To a palatable soup for the masses.
For the victim, though, it’s an eternity
In rough soil and tall grasses.
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
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Comments1
Catching the perpetrators does nothing for the victim. A most interesting poem that is quite mind provoking. Nicely written a fave
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