Thursday, January 19, 2017

Inaugural Rant

Vultures twitter in the trees

A message carried by the breeze:

The herd, it seems, has bought their butcher

And he's a butcher they must feed

One who eats when they have fallen

Drinking only when they bleed

Bilious, glutton, gorged, lubricious

Puffed and swollen by his feasting

Spilling words

Like Onan's seed 

David Seaton

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