I’M IN THE FUCKING JUNGLE

Mr. Milestone
Poets Unlimited

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I’M IN THE FUCKING JUNGLE,

NOISES FROM THE SCREENS AROUSE MY SENSES,

„IN HEAT“ LOLL OUT ON MY NECK

IT’S BREATH OF A RESTLESS HEATHEN’S PACK.

I SAID:

I’M IN A FUCKING JUNGLE!

ODOUR OF A FRESH FEMININE

HEALING A NEED FOR KILLING

AN ANIMALE RAZIONALE HEREIN.

THEREIN,

JUNGLE IS FULL OF FUCKING MONKEYS,

BEASTS ARE HIDDEN DEEP IN

ITS BOSOM,

MONKEYS HEAR THEIRS ROARS,

MONKEYS STOPS THEIRS LAUGHS.

SO,

FUNNY GAMES ARE OVER NOW,

THERE IS NOTHING LEFT TO TURN TO

NO FEEL, NOR DEED

NOR SHIT TO CRY FOR,

JUST A GOOD OLD VENGEANCE,

PROMISED FROM THE GOD!

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Mr. Milestone
Poets Unlimited

Philosopher, Believer, Artist, Poet, Misfit, Cosmopolite