Two Poems (Apostate and Casanova’s Revenge)

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Apostate

Your words are unpalatable

Formidable, they reduce me

My watery blood still tastes of

Sin, of metal bars withdrawing

Decadence. I am neither free of nor

Impervious to the sting of your

Liturgical guilt. The mere acquisition

Of this human shell makes me a thief,

An apostate composed of calcified

Rinds and entropic sweetness, I am

Inscrutable, I am wicked, I am man

Rooster

Casanova’s Revenge

My harem lies beyond this fence.

The hexagonal walls of a basal

Captivity separate me from those

Hens which are mine alone to

Misuse. I know the grass to be

Sweeter on the other side, for

There lies the culmination of my

Libidinous expectations of my

Impending conquests. Do you

Not see their eyes upon me?

Their insatiable desire as they

Thrash their heads upon the

Ground in gluttonous frenzy

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I do not envy the farmer, that

Ice-handed murderess whom

He calls wife or lord, the way

He demures to her wishes, to

Her puritanical affectations I

Pity him that shrill triumphant

Voice of hers as she goes about

The farm snipping, emasculating

Imagine what he endures behind

Closed doors, I shudder to think

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She would deny me of my precious

Juliettes of my blue-laced beauties

Of the very execution of those

Biological imperatives to which males

Are by their very nature subservient

I will make her suffer, her blood will

Curdle at the articulation of my wrath

I will cock-a-doodle-do through the

Kindling of stars with teeth-shattering

Amplitude, so long as my bed remains

Empty hers shall remain sleepless!

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(The second one I was being silly, I have an inner ear problem which is making me extremely dizzy, disoriented and causing me to lean and walk constantly to the right so if I seem off, I am off, to the right haha)