A poem

Gritty truth, human, you human, too human.
You are the king, queen, you are the knave.
Stalin dances on a coffee mug: no.
Y the dance.

Two dragons embrace, they cry.
I M BITING TO THE BEAT
Tigers grinning moanfully
Meatastic, you human
yuman

To the dogs go the spoils
bible smuggling, the other white meat
shoot me so I can never stop