Swordfight Poem by Dylan KD.

Swordfight



Laced with a broke pawn
with no way to induce flawed symmetry
in simple suitors, visit Jupiter
with 54 drained apes who look through to the future of
dialectic sect commit incest to an insect
bouncing off incense to collect debts from many sick bets
speak with a weapon in sixty seconds who gets the wig next
swinging like a twin set of searing, holy fishnets.

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