A Scorpion!
“What?”
Scorpions are the worst,
They take from everything.
The legs of spiders,
Adopted from White.
The claws of a Mi-go,
“Mi-go, never heard of it”
It takes a Love of craft to find it.
Still though with its flat body,
“It’s brown though,
nothing wrong there,”
No, it is green,
Green, flat, and cloth,
Damning thought and dreams.
Even worse with its tail,
Barbed with notes,
even Poe would blush.
Here comes one now,
Gashing into my noise,
bleeding out toxins,
That spill like spider webs,
Ensnaring excrement.
Luggage, “huh?”
Baggage, “HUH?”
one's dirty,
others filthy,
“Either” it’s ether.
“It can be found”
anything can be found,
lose something,
“that’s risky.”
Bukowski would hate this,
“That’s fine, is it not?”
I like him.
And oh! Great!
Another scorpion,
is coming, joy,
“Ah, again!”
with its tail.
I Hate scorpions.
About the Creator
Taylor Young
Hi, I'm a young writer with a writhing hatred for this world but a love of words. Am I unique yet? In all honesty, I just hope someone enjoys what I write.
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