Is It Poetry
Darkness At The Edge Of The Alligator Farm - Poem by Is It Poetry
Looking for a short cut
in cutting the costs of feeding
Butchered and farmed out to
all the local eateries.
I followed him around to other
where he stopped at all the
Picking up discared surgical waste.
Where the remains
abortions and amputated limbs
were fed to the Florida, gators.
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