BonesA Poem by T.S. UlmusI don't really know what it's about, I wrote it in a haze
I ate my thrust of Bones and guts
And bleed for my feed of meats Givens and musts Which cheat the trust Cowering under towering feats of lust A soaring pile of husks Lucid rancid tempered rust Tastes ugly in the gust of trust It's rotted and fettid in my gorge Chasing and tracing the glare. Enrolled on a scourge of whelps and winnies Which break the air both fat and skinny They tear the pair of selfish committees From undulating undue pity © 2021 T.S. UlmusReviews
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12 Reviews Added on January 31, 2021 Last Updated on January 31, 2021 AuthorT.S. UlmusBennet, NEAboutI try to swerve into a curve that's not rutted by the thoughts of others while clearing the obstacles of the mundane. I like receiving read requests for poetry, but... ya know, good stuff. more..Writing
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