In the year of rat I find myself to be an owl…
the claws are viral — baby beware
They carry venom that’s venomenal.
It waxes well you won’t be aware 😉
A weary fare that carries dead dread.
Turn off the lights, I am catching a rat!
Its tail calls for nausea, not adoration.
I clip it art-fully; then throw in carnations.
Cheap thrills of excitement post fake
adorations ))
Here, take those carnations. Your tail as a
bow…
So well decorated, the mischievous blow.
01|20|2020
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vizhupishu20.4.2021
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