Is multiplying in the metallic lust
The cave of hard done by
Crusts - He is expanding at the waist
As caverns turn to dust
And jovial men strike the chords
With their rosy eyed women
He is terrorising the Earth
With his denial -
Three years will not undo the musk
Of a man who has grown hair
In an entirely green husk.
With feral grievances
He starts a windy fire
And throws his sordid body
Alongside the yellowing movements
To howl on the other side
Of his daily, fickle mornings
He pines! He has pined! He continues
To pine! The bark wasting away in the
Red diamonds - a sense of lying still
Of torturous markings demolished.
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