GluttonyA Poem by Neko GreenI wanted this to be as sweaty, primal, and disgusting as possible.
This true meaning of heat and sweat and tiger stripes.
They are beasts born with sadistic savagery glinting in human eyes; Eyes as green as the wet, peeled grapes of their feral feast. Doomed always to submit to an insatiable hunger. They soak in their sin, they crave it like the musty air they breathe. Their cries for more, more, more, merely slug across the humid air. To reach their means they must stalk this jungle of vanilla pudding, Manes like Medusa's many snakes; but over-indulgence has replaced stone. Gross amounts of fat and fur ripple shadows on these grinning beasts. Their sticky tongues loll from paw to claw; Their over-heated carcasses swing lazily from left to right; And right to left, unafraid, gleeful, a lustful fermentation. In this nonsense jungle of dreary, duck fat dreams, I am trapped; Wandering blindly, tripping over their groaning, obese corpses. They dream of capturing me, but from their early graves they can not stir. Instead feigning fatigue of falling on their fat, greased hinds. But I am still afraid; yes, I am simply terrified of their heaving masses. But worse than that, I am terrifyingly simple in my disgust at their passed gasses;
For these striped hunters seek to capture my hopes for their hunger, And bottle them to best feast off my fear. © 2010 Neko GreenAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on May 20, 2010 Last Updated on July 21, 2010 Tags: feral, tiger, gluttony, sin, beasts, disgusting, feast, neko green Previous Versions AuthorNeko GreenNYAboutWell, I live off writing. I eat it, I drink it, I sleep it, I do it when I'm supposed to be doing work. My characters drag me along for the crazy ride as fast as my fingers can type. They often get im.. more..Writing
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