Saiom Shriver

Gold Star - 4,755 Points (Ohio)

Final Cue - Poem by Saiom Shriver

At the butcherman's cue
sheep are lined up in queues
They are terrified and bleating
then knifed and bleeding
to give cancer to those
who eat them as stew


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 5, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, May 5, 2012


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