Murderers Should Eat Fish

Fish

Those who commit murder
and throw dead bodies
into the Third Mainland Bridge
should eat a lot of fish.

As soon as the body reaches
the depths of the water,
a delicious, fat feast,
doesn’t it become the food of fishes?

One fish will eat till she is full,
and go about her day.
The fish-killer will set a trap to murder her
in the early hours of the next day,
and she will be taken away.
Her children will become orphans,
very vulnerable to prey.

The man-killer will come along to buy her
from the fish-killer who,
whether he knows it or otherwise,
is also a fisher of men,
a fisher of late men, women, and children.

The man-killer’s wife will set the fish before him,
after it has been deliciously cooked,
along with some lobsters and crabs,
and of course,
since he contributed to the fish’s growth,
will he not taste so bloody good?

Freedomination

Birdy

“The Heart of a Bird” by Colette Wirz Nauke

In your quest for freedom,
if you must fill your wings with anything,
or decorate your wings,
decorate them with feathers,
not gold.

With gold, other birds will stop by,
and admire your beauty,
and aspire to be like you,
and worship the ground beneath your feet.

The day of the storm will come,
the day of the storm is coming,
and on that day,
with extra feathers,
you will fly very quickly to safety.

The day of the storm will come,
the day of the storm is coming,
and on that day,
with golden, swollen wings,
your worshippers will leave you,
the rain will catch up with you,
and beat you till you can barely breathe.

Karma is Fundamental

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Michael Escoffery

They had Fun.

They ripped her clothes off and took turns,
pushing themselves deep inside her,
not letting he go till they were satisfied.

Don’t we all know that
Fun is a ruthless, psychopathic man
in the body of a young girl,
a young girl with perky breasts,
not very large buttocks,
and slightly round hips?

Fun got up,
shook the sand off her hair
and wiped the dust from her knees.
With blood still dripping from
between her thighs,
she laid them flat on the ground
and had them too,
slashing their insides and
filling them up with her acids,
till they began to scream and beg in pain.

They squeezed the rose,
and they loved and enjoyed doing so.
The thorns law-ved and enjoyed
every drop of their blood and sweat too.

K-her-ma

She said
“…and may your daughters be treated
the same way you treat women and girls…”,
and no one in the audience could say “amen”.