As clear as hounds howl, howl
With sobs, those grim and eerie,
Choking on an outdrawn vowel,
Is the my transparency when you’re near me.

As sticky as an earwax slug
Burrowed in the thickest dung
In a treacle pit of tar, freshly dug ,
Is how twist-tied you twiddle my tongue.

And as ships are chomped by the rocks,
Just as little bugs are food for bats,
If I were a starving sailor who stalks
His prey , then I’d want you to be the rats.

 

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