Beast Poem by DAVID GERARDINO

Beast



BEAST, you kill not for food,
but cold blood, you smile, and
fumble, then fill this cup,
with a avalanche of tricks, and
bad jokes, you convert grotesque
ideas, like the whore in a married
bed, like the christ on a hanging
wall, like a puzzle that never ends,
beast, , , , , , , , what comes around
goes around.... booo

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