Sap ~

I clap with joy as you answer my call.
Like an avian mating routine.

Black & violet feathers. A carnivore plant. Sweet birdsounds. A crow; a tweet.

The mellifluous flute hypnotizing with its chirping.

A shadowdance on the wall on the rhythm of the flickering candles.

Delicate digits on skinsilk tracing designs on butterfly wings.

But I really am a moth: big, grey.
As repulsive as sewershit.

I'll beckon you with my golden shitbricks,
and you'll come like a foaming, frothing fall,

crashing into the pit of greed with imperturbable speed.

The effect of my voice like a clatter of plates of the kitchen floor.

You'll be the chicken on the couch channel-surfin and

I WILL BE THE HUNGRY FELINE WAY PAST ITS BREAKFAST TIME!

I'll be the serial killer next to you, to push you off the giant wheel at piccadilly.

You approve of me, even though you hate me.

Thanks for electing me to rule you

And I clap with joy as you answer my call to vote for me, YOU POLITICALLY IMPAIRED.

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