Hit a pale horse.fly
ovER the
head
wIth a
monkey.wreNch
he looked all
surprISed when
gettin' dragged
to IKTOMI'S WEB
where thaT trickster's
gonna happily slurp out
his brains and blood
and other sQUIshy fluids
THEN spit 'em back
so maybe that guy learns
SOMETHING! ! ! ! ! ! !
Death is a pale horse who
flies overhead wIth an
ugly.stench
but this ain't HIS
mythology
we ain't got THAT problem
HERE
oH WHaT?
now it's about
bein' color blind?
How convenient.
Smack I do believe you are waxing poetic. Did some literary god give you wing to leave those dirty streets and blind alleys? Up from the humanity to soar with the birds and angles of heaven? Yes, angles not angels. You have bent my bean on this one and must give me pause.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What is this? ! A contest? ! If so, I'm envious! No one compares to you Smack.