Back of me BLACK

Get back to the back
To the back
Of the neck
And the tip of your head
Black, a son of the neck
Of the woods where you hide your roots
A tree chopped
To keep your pots hot
I once sobbed
Night and day
Another day
To wait for the wake of my fate
Can I break the day
A sun which evades me
Like good fortune
Which lands on fools
Who topple stools
Slightly blinded by the wool
Over many a sheep’s eye
They follow
A flock of grotesque mutants
Of flying pigs with a vision of bats
Pork rodents they are called
Pests, nature’s regrets
Crafted by Hell’s fabric
They weave themselves into the cloth of our very realm
These freaks even overwhelm the expedient flow of our purest dams
Where we try to cleanse them
For they don’t give a damn
They are damned and condemned
To the back of me Black

Spoogy 2011 ©

Comments

  1. like ths part:
    "Of flying pigs with a vision of bats
    Pork rodents they are called"
    Talented...u r...cnt w8 4 more!!

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  2. Kosher my brother KOSHER! well done, I enjoyed reading this

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