I Fight Off an Army

despicable déclassé

jokers every one, fools with bony tails

lined up tin cups outstretched

to beg for alms looking for love

isn’t that sweet

I spit on you buzzards

snatch your pound of flesh somewhere

elsewhere passed that locust

foolish shuffle ruffle squeak squeal

snouts twitch lustful

tongues fetch retching out

go suckle bugs you creeping slugs

desperate foolish scrabbling scabs

just goes to show

enough rats and you lose

don’t matter how much smarter you are or

think you are

About Karen To and Fro

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