PROSE AND PROFANITY

Hello

Strong handshakes
same old in the makes
my name, your name
must we keep it so sane?

I don’t care for your politeness
I’m not afraid of what’s inside us


a crew of apes
and fanged snakes
don’t fret, just imagine:

words in tooth mark shapes
laughter in strange fashion
an orchestra of mistakes
maybe you’re not one for landscapes

we’ve met now
the kindness I imitate
with the questions I bid
are what you appreciate

too late now
welcome to the crazy
you’ve just been bit.

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