Out of the fog......
Fat sow, full with capitalist slime child in her belly.
Let the next generation of evil commence.
Circus in town" - Roll up roll up!"to smile with your oppressors,
They are on the sidelines with a chequered board and little figurines- they always win...
Trafficked child crouches bloody and beaten in the shadows of a greasy filthy bedroom,
Man sweats tears for you- seven days for your vanity- whipped by the corporate bastards to whom we are enslaved.
What are you thinking now ? I see a flicker there- moth wings behind your blank eyes.
Your mouth a capsized canoe....
Fluttering of hands... A pair of birds anchored on their earthly mooring...
Little bobbing boat on your throat - up and down in its saliva river...
Black cowhide tap tapping .. Dead animal for your pleasure.. Now manacles that bind you there - rooted like an ancient elm - Rooted as the truth trickles,
Silty sand to the seashells....
Two front doors now, your eyes , that's good to see,
Wide open- hungry animal at feeding time...
Revolution..........
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Author:
Camille (Pseudonym) (
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What am I thinking now?
That you are killing me...Slowly...with your words..
I would have nominated,but what troubles me and I want you to check it out is your description of "the mouth as a capsized canoe" and of " the little bobbing boat on your throat - up and down in its saliva river..."
We have 1 canoe,1 boat and a river.I would have preferred the mouth as " the bay"?!
This is from my first reading,but Camille,congrats,because you challenge yourself......🌷🍀
Ah yes 😊The mouth as a bay .. Good call
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