To be eaten,
by a pack of dogs
not where I would,
want to be,
I, unless of course the one
who was eating, happened,
to be me.
What are the thoughts
which pique your mind,
when you thought, who might,
that even be.
To be eaten,
by a pack of dogs
not where I would,
want to be,
I, unless of course the one
who was eating, happened,
to be me.
What are the thoughts
which pique your mind,
when you thought, who might,
that even be.