brute answers

Oh wide eye tyke, have a scent
of the stench called a carcass
and the fly that teases ears
and lusts for the cuts from auntie’s pig
has surely feasted behind that pine grove

yonder. But ignore these hideous
images. Instead, let thy tongue
give thanks to our king
for the privilege
of coming forth for

toils fit for crippling backbones
and that spare play times
ye shall flee and beware
of foreign fragrances
such as those that spring from the rose


About Timmy the Scribbler

Love to write all kinds of stuff I love writing so many different kinds of stuff it is a constant struggle to narrow the focus to a manageable handful and let the others go. But a few years ago I dipped my fingers into a poetry pie and of all my uncertainties, one thing that is no uncertainty is that it is one passion that must remain, so maybe that's the one. I do dearly delight in chopping up fictional works into stanzas and syllables.
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