Real Poets are Cannibals
Unsatisfied Hunger,Got to lick my fingers clean;
Human flesh might taste better,
than a fifteen-piece bucket
from KFC.
Don't push me,
I am close to the edge;
I erase you with one blow
And I will have your soul for tea!
Ultra-violence
on Sunday morning,
(... I read the paper quietly)
Boiling oil in a cooking pot,
A dog howls deeply in agony.
(and...it wasn't me!)
Prince is charming
while he is sleeping,
(...nothing but a fairy tale)
Who you are and
what you've become,
(you better leave that weed alone...)
Poetry by Golden Minotaur
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Written on 2025-08-26 at 12:02
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