The Puke Brained Judge - InkSpot.Com
About This Author
Writing poetry allows me to exercise my imagination and share it with others. I strive to write for the benefit of the reader using carnival fun mirror images of my life's experiences.
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There was a judge Of writing contests Whose tiny little brain Was made of puke And she loved the power Over more talented writers While claiming the rules Guided her footsteps Those she has burned Smell strongly of bacon Breakfast, lunch, and dinner Her appetite is sated Yet their souls remain Innocent and screaming Falling on deaf ears Swimming in blood Beware her masked face Shun her smiling tattoo Her coy giggles conceal The stench of death
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