Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by pit, Aug 31, 2010.

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  1. pit

    pit Well-Known Member

    Canst thou take his eye out with thy hook?
    Canst thou take his scales for armor against arrows?
    Canst thou pry open his jaws with stick?
    Fuck no.
    For these are the eyelids of morning.

    He glides through the depths unseeing of those on land.
    His presence is not known until it's too late for his victim
    For when the unsuspecting lamb turns his head.....
    The snout breaks the water and the mighty jaws clamp snapping rib cage, pelvis, arms & legs.
    A strangled cry is all you'll hear
    Then it's straight to the bottom of the depths,
    My dear.

    Leviathan smiles. For he was here long before Man and Man in his arrogance, has turned Him into purses pocketbooks and suitcases for Faggots!!!
    Leviathan frowns upon the weak, the meek, the bespectacled wearing ascots.

    You may have many degrees, you may drink many lattes, you may sip wine and caviar.
    But to Leviathan you are mere offal, scrotum dung, the flimsy phlegm filos filament of fungus that is strewn from carcass at the bottom of the ocean upon which he feeds.

    Nighty night.

  2. Krem

    Krem Well-Known Member

    Other than the two pieces of profanity and, erm.. "WHAMMO!!!", I liked it. Could be a little more constant, though, but the image is the same.
  3. pit

    pit Well-Known Member

    LOL, thanx for reading, Krem!

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