Crazier than a Reaver

Posted: October 30, 2016 in 10 October 2016, Poems

As when liberated in humbled defeat

Self-righteous angels tenderly tread

On cusp of ghetto Tree Streets 

Seething hordes of demons do dread

Stripped down to raw bloody bone

With the purest of function and form

Vulnerable, exposed always alone

Blistering ridicule, scathing scorn

Forever flirting with the fringe

Outcast among outcasts

Lurking in shadows a panicky twinge

On the periphery a thankless task

A calling abandoned by most

Far too feral for the feint hearted folks


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