A strong word
burnt
A weak heart.
In bitter yellow
rinsed
Bad spots good.
Where did it come from?
I don't know.
Maybe from the mouth,
That's besides long.
Lepulent venom.
How about then,
When it's shit.
It's got a purpose.
What's that?
You ask.
Nothing new.
Evil crawled out of the burrow
and checks,
Is man still
He will service him.
