He's back out again
Clearing his throat
Of his dark green flem
Aims for the sand
In the terracotta pot
A finger each side
To blow out the snot
I turn my head
To avoid the grim sight
And find myself skiting
In his fat dog’s shite.
©Shay Crinkle, 2019
Clearing his throat
Of his dark green flem
Aims for the sand
In the terracotta pot
A finger each side
To blow out the snot
I turn my head
To avoid the grim sight
And find myself skiting
In his fat dog’s shite.
©Shay Crinkle, 2019
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