I want what you have
You have what I want
It's a formula for trouble brewing
Calligraphic summons, graphic font
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I like what you do
You do what I like
It's a formula for rage imbuing
You'rsurped when I strike
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Don't look for me a'coming
You won't see me but feel the brunt
You'll wonder what I'm doing
You are the feckless I hunt
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The world is full of hunters who see
In a blinded world of clueless prey
The fittest will survive the chewing
The eaters live another day
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I am not what I eat
I am what I, without sowing, reap
The best parts I'm gluing
To what I've taken and what I keep
About the Creator
Gerard DiLeo
Retired, not tired. Hippocampus, behave!
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Comments (3)
Punchy. Some people have such rapacious appetites. Some great lines in here, Gerard and I like the form.
Oooo, "I am what I, without sowing, reap". I freaking loved that line!
Are you the meal or the diner? In either case, I'm very impressed... 🍝