Friday, 31 October 2014

Death On The Smile

A monstrous mouth with many tongues
Spilling discourse uttered foul
Contented with unpleasantness
Dripping drool from sputtered jowl

This fetid gob of negativity
Is spouting pompously at will
Blatant beastly grinding gunshot
Unclean grist defames the mill

Green eyes blurred by sickly visions
Drawn from midnight hatching plots
Where joy is sought by getting even
Concealed in plagues of pustule spots

Based on a play by Gillian Brakespeare

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