Bull SittingA Poem by Anthony (aka Mr.e)My thoughts on the current state of the "swamp"The setting sun triggered a swampy alliance amplified amphibians smothered the silence. A chattering collective of clashing chaos dueled the swamp sung from the inner depths of the cesspool. The bull bellowed back from the empty space of his soul his eyes on the slippery slope of the swamp hole. Leisurely sitting atop his power pad the bull appeared angry and sad. As p***y willows stroked his cheek a dam suddenly burst with a leak. Heavily bloating . . . casually croaking the bull mastered the art of ego stroking. A massive buzz of distractions arrived he swallowed anything that flies to stay alive. With a circle of ripples invading his throne the bull began to moan and groan. Inside, the clock ticked and tocked one crock away from a power block. Predatory threats were on the way the bull had two options pray and prey. © 2018 Anthony (aka Mr.e)Reviews
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4 Reviews Added on April 21, 2018 Last Updated on April 21, 2018 AuthorAnthony (aka Mr.e)NYAboutRead all about it here: https://twitter.com/Hardinhead or here: https://twitter.com/universeandeye more..Writing
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