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News Flash/ Poetry vs Prose /Bloody Heap of Humanity

Here’s some news!
I refuse to be used
I choose careful clues
A foot print pair of terrible hooves
I stare stoned and lose
Bare boned with barely
Bearable blues and clarity
Waking wearily wearing
Booze breath
Two step in my shoes
Cruise in my flying-car concept
Please assume that I have enhanced shark skin
I leave no room un-danced in
My flows of sentences clamp word orders,
Hampering happy prose campers—
Herds of posers without any answers—
So sunken in their perfect donut dunking to suppose
The munchkin clunking sad sappy non-sense that grows
Exact faces in places with clothes
On the animals in houses instead—
While naked people are frozen dead
Where the snowy wind blows in,
Strewn about outside in a solidified pose—
Melting souls drip on the lips of feasting trolls
Drinking right before sinking their teeth
In the heating meat of a seeping, bloody heap of humanity
Devouring an entire family
While critters sleep
Amiably,
Deep.

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