On A Living Carcass Poem by abhimanyu kumar.s

On A Living Carcass



A corpse living front door,
Was dying around for more.
The best elegant savage she is
Supported by labyrinthine cats.

I am noticing the living corpse,
Sleeping with drain in strain.
A woman of no importance,
Being of one and living with many.

A bunch of insects fighting to taste,
The flesh of corpse and her waste.
It is tremendous to watch in live,
The saintly slut and her cults alive.

Lord Of seven hills
Thank you for making me understand,
That an impure body can never be purified.
I am bearly finding vocabulary,
To appreciate her licking nature,
And to describe those feline insects.

Oh Lord of seven hills
If I was and am Clean with my duties,
Do show me the scars and bones,
And in the words of my friend,
Show me 'the systemic organ DeGeneres ' of all.

Am waiting to hear and see,
The sea of systemic infections in her.

Dedicated to all those who printed a black Day in my career.

Sunday, March 5, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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