they all ate her up
from top to bottom and from every side
they had a lot; they knew too much
they allowed themselves this little crack
for whoever has much will receive more
whoever has nothing will be executed on the spot
no matter how hard you try
you’ll never get away from this, so relax
they are wrong, not you
they think they’re doing good, but it’s not true
the other side is reversed, full of smooth
sweet ice covering the cake
not much credit as they cut all the strings
they think they’re pulling them, but not quite
they don’t know, they want control
their role is not that of kings, but of scullery maids
a skein of seaweed trapped in a weir
seamen on ships would not be happy about this
cleaning all docks
to finally forget about everything
on the way to new heights
from which they can quickly fall
more painfully than she ever could
describing all the details with meticulous hooks
throat-grabbing
these beasts galore
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Moon Desert
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BA in Cultural Studies
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Comments (2)
There's something almost Monty Python-esque about this, something between regaling & ridiculing others for their self-proclaimed authority in matters of which they are most boorishly ignorant. I like it.
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