There are Words for You

 

Conglomerate
abomination!
Unrelenting
turnip!

Involuted

root!
You are
not a fruit.

You’re barely

sentient mud.
You’ve
a penchant

for gratuitous

complexity.
You bleed
the thickest blood.

You’re a mole

without a purpose –
slowly
rolling

just below

the surface
in the rain.
Brain.








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