The Pheasant flies
and the white sparrow snickers
The Hunter is wise—
but his ego is thicker.
The Pheasant asks, "Why
do we always bicker?"
The Hunter replies,
"Shut up, and move quicker."
In the nest, the bird cries,
and the candlelight flickers,
While she waits for the hunter
To come home and stick her.
There's pretend in his eyes—
Like she's honored he picked her.
Then comes her demise
when he grabs her and licks her.
To analyze
is hard, 'cause he's slicker.
She'll always despise
The way that he tricks her.
While the Pheasant's wings dry,
he usually kicks her.
But when the candlelight dies,
this time, he pulls the trigger.
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A Vacation to Hell
PoetryA collection of poetry written by me and inspired by my hellish life. There are hidden meanings in these, if your bored see if you can find them! Enjoy?¿ (Extra Terrestrial is my favorite)
