Slanderer
Perfidious viperTwisted of form
Distorting life
With evil incantations.
Will no death
Of Character
Satisfy
Your perverse desires.
Shedding skin
Leaving
The ulcered tongue
Of the unholy gossip.
Slanderer
Perfidious viper02-13-2010
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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