Learning to kill for the sake of a name

Right here, now, on this sugarless day.

Lioness with no survival instinct

Calling on the nurse to mend everything

Thorn in a paw, cat cut off your tail

So you’re tardy and hardly on your way

Yawning yourself out of your own clothes.

Healthily you say: pull up the covers

Leave me motherless, dark this day away.

We spit at each other in our spite

Our two bull’s horns knocking together

Tearing, causing blood, violence, not much else.

Clumsily, I try to free you from me

Toasting to good health, I say deathly:


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