Squish-squash goes the nautilis under the steamroller's hoof.
Up and down like a cat on a hot tin roof.
Why does his shell shatter like bone,
When all our sins he doth condone?
Give his mushy flesh one more breath,
And save one mollusk from an untimely death...
1 comment:
Plagiarise me all you will,
my poetry will cause your brain to spill,
and leak out all that stuff you learnt,
from thai trannies and backpackers burnt
with the menstrual flames of a virgin whore,
You are a RAT no less and no more.
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