POT Poem #4 - Black Jack

POT Poem #4 - Black Jack

A Poem by Butch Decatoria

I see you

With that pop-eye

Mad doggin’

Ready to bite

Haunch body in a strange shape

Warped

Rictus

Stretch-faced

Full of ugly

Hate

A deformity

To those who most

Resemble

To the assembled

A disfigurement

Within

I see you...

© 2018 Butch Decatoria


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Added on May 20, 2018
Last Updated on May 20, 2018

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Butch Decatoria
Butch Decatoria

Las Vegas, NV



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