I am a Poet, Artist and Force of Nature
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(Tune of 'SANTA BABY') Burka baby, just slit his throat while he sleeps, yes please, for me. He’s been an awful war lord, Burka Baby
By Mardi Coeur de Lion7 years ago in Poets
I’m so confused Who am I? My parents are from two different countries, races and religions and I was born in yet another country
When I'm a hundred and one I will still walk barefoot on sacred forest trails I will still howl with my wolven brothers under a canopy of stars
I have somehow drunk of that heady drink of modern consumption viscous with fear and am now tipsy with anxiety ridden platitudes
I'm exhausted by introspection and gaunt with tears unshed I would have to be the ocean to occupy his bed I would have to be the wind that stole his locks of dread