Beatboxing Appreciated Poem by Tanec Rayl

Beatboxing Appreciated



it's not for fun
some god turns the wheel
children christ's jism
consequences consequential

I make birds' feet in the ozone
while daylight is saved and somewhere
bent over his nonchalant pig
a farmer's son rejoices

offspring, your dream is blubber
fried in lard
pickled in brine
cloaked in daggers

quit squirming
the pillow says no

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