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Poem - thoughts while observing a Turkey Vulture circle the city |
| Buzzard with meth addiction Circles the city Gliding on warm air High above looking almost pretty Savors the scents death despair People below scurry Round round round Soar not in any hurry His fix are abound Zombies emerge at dusk Flickers of light erupt Their flesh burns life a husk Buzzard lands abrupt He has a meth addiction Feed on the cities affliction Sore buzzard soar Matters not rich or poor Feed on the cities affliction He has a meth addiction Dead flesh tears Hunger never sated Zombie eyes filled blank stares The spiral ever fated People cold to plight Round round round Soar no need to fight His fix are abound Zombies at dusk The lights erupt Flesh burns a husk Buzzard abrupt He has a meth addiction Feed on the cities affliction Sore buzzard soar Matters not rich or poor Feed on the cities affliction He has a meth addiction |
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