viceroy, viceroy
Hold this up to your memory:
a circus curiosity; your bill
of rights and proselytizing bear-hugs.
King James gave me papercuts in spring
and you pervert me with your baby Jesus sugar.
Begin. Break the Skin. Salvation quickly driven in. Pride in fracture. In subjection. A new supply. Running red with purpose. Nothing less than flawless in design.
1 Comments:
:) I just wanted to publicly declare that this is a great Noahic poem because it was spontaneously created! Props to Noah. Huzzahh!
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