From One Monster To AnotherA Poem by XuruIt is shine and elegance I lack as I peel back my fingernails and share with you my filth.
I spin tales for the depraved and nasty. Their crooked smiles sharp with wit and venom.
I bruise my knuckles for the lost boys left to wander, breaking my chains in haste so that I may join their pack.
I sing love songs to the wives who lie untouched while I count their breaths from beneath their beds.
So raise a glass and splash the rye to commemorate this monstrosity brewing. © 2017 XuruAuthor's Note
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