You
lowly sack of
Bloated purple
fish guts,
Seething in
a
maggot onion
stew.
Like a horse drawn
Cart
of manure laden
dog food,
ground into tomato
rotten soup.
Your a manufactured piece of
Lava lipped excrement
Like the drippings
from a whore
After 20 sailor’s through.
I wouldn’t mind,
If before you died
Unmarked they
Buried you.

David DeSantis

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