EarmarkingA Poem by JRAs children we watched
Them do some work on cattle,
cutting out earmarks hitting the cows with
the irons spitting red sparks and they screamed and they screamed their eyes rolled back
and forth tongues pink with their pain and they screamed and they screamed orgasms of agony and we watched them
bleed, eating ice cream a line of silent scouts sitting atop a split
rail fence in our brown shirts, our blue neckties, our
hats not realizing it wasn’t
only cattle who They would f**k like that. © 2020 JR |
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Added on December 21, 2020 Last Updated on December 21, 2020 AuthorJRPlacerville, CAAboutWriting again Interesting times to be living in, kind of a cool time to be a writer and documenting the world. more..Writing
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