Notes In Regards To Defeated Megatherion
Electric company wont stop shooting into my penis
and it is hogging my erection somewhere in magic
with body caste and mummified remains of people eating my spirit.
Eyes that beam into millions of people dead as if the light from them can be their retina. So dark in hell that they run right to me. Not just that artificial light that they use to dull my senses?
© S. Wesley Mcgranor
11/26/20
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