SLUT ROOSTER

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    SLUT ROOSTER
    The Slut Rooster
    staggers through the straw
    swaggers down a path
    of broken eggs
    The Slut Rooster
    has a squinty eye
    and the soul of a dog
    He hits on every hen
    never mind the crushed shells
    beneath his scrabbling feet
    Slut Rooster wants it all
    Isn’t he the bad man?
    Isn’t he a force of nature?
    Doesn’t he have an inherited crown?
    Isn’t he the nasty king?
    Slut Rooster opens his beak
    and a shriek of horror
    crows out and wakes the dead
    slaughtered in wars
    in the name of
    “me”– number one

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    ApaqRasgirl commented on SLUT ROOSTER

    08-26-2010

    wow, that was great.......BRAVO!!!......I loved it.......you told that so well, oh how some people think that they are the one, the king of the hill......one in the spotlight......if only they knew..........lol......great read dear thanks for sharing......love asha
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    WordSlinger commented on SLUT ROOSTER

    08-25-2010

    lol, I love this, so frack'n in your waking face, lol, ty WS
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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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