Stuffed

I left cash under my pillow
but the bastard fairy didn’t leave no teeth
bad start
and all avalanche landslip downhill since
red sky turned out to be my shed
burning
and them shepherds?
not a one warned me
liars all of them
false promise merchants
sold me a pup
that howls all night
psycho wired dog
perfectly good manger
won’t sleep in it

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About Jan Dean

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2 Responses to Stuffed

  1. An intriguing and ominous poem. I like it.

  2. glitterpoet says:

    Intriguing and ominous – that’s me.

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