secret society

A Poem by wolfshrew

i had some more lines that slipped my mind. ill come back to it

loafing and meek two tribal we speak and its ugly
a song gone wrong tickled light for four spawn and in spring
bass in the back licking tightly attracted at six in the morn.
ing then it sang awfully sing through your throat for zandoo.
a cow on my left takes action it moos and there is an ooze of liquid
to my feet. i am surprised we have survived the secret society.