Wednesday, June 13, 2007

Scare D Crows

Fake man swaying in field of wheat

Scares avian to fearful flight

Away from feast of insects and grain


Yet dead man swaying in iron cage

Draws them in to wine and dine

Pecking carrion eyes plucking at festering tongue


Startled by gaseous escape

But soon return to drink of putrid brains

As they drip from mouth nose ears and eye sockets


Chris said...

You know, you could have left it after the second triplet!

Happy festering, I hope I find you in good health.

Pat Paulk said...

I smell the rotting remains of Captain Kidd on the breath of a crow nibbling on corn at the feet of said scarecrow.

cocaine jesus said...

lip licking good