Hey hot bees, got another lil poem that’ll make me no money but that’s alright cos I’m not fart huffin on my own stink anytime soon. This one is a sound poem I didn’t for uni with plenty of swears and a disappointing grade. Comment if you hate me and can’t look away from this train wreck.
Corvid
Gurgle further murder
purchase on dirtier girder
fark this narc won’t cark
it, c’arn pass the dart
cos’ I need more
Words of blurred murmur
follow the fucked-up herd herder
sark my cock
fork the stalk
with your sharp jaw
Stumble on hurdles
blurb reads blurted dribbles
can’t cunt I’m munted
Carlton Draught up my arse
when I croak I’ll still snore
Crawl on the wall
lower law for the crack whore
laugh in the dark
mark the park
with our charred core
Skydekkerix 