raw
is the fantastic fire
of pound
pound
pound of flesh
an alpha ape
without thought
serving up
fool
you
tighter
than before
in technicolour
masks
pride and wisdom
relaxed
in naked hypocrisy
forgetting
wry smiles
then
the reign comes
stone featured faces
divide a jungle
of wet sheets
and flower
blue leaves and shoots
are bland
and unfulfilling
when ground
and pound
pound
pound
into the green
of you











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