Beast poem

#poem #insight.  

 

 

 

Circles of dirt and pollution around,

Silhouetted by filthiness of comrades around,

Each is sitting in there,  devouring pan cakes,

A cake stuffed with bladder worms.

Their seems myriad of gobbled head,

Humping like  Eichornia in the marshes,

And spreading the coats of miniature,

Unseen sticky leeches sucking their soul.

And swarps of beetles and musca

Sticking around, smell so pungent,

That even  sulphide of hydrogens

Shaming under the garb of the mind.

Appearing, as it’s   the reflection, the lights seems aghast,.

Alas, These feral’s blathering dissonant blabber, mocks and shrewdness , got deluge in their own schemes,

Their words of bereaving souls infested themselves with their own frenzied paranoia,

And  the beast lies, littering and casting and blowing the aurora of black tars, is still residing.

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