a poem by T.K. Mills

The abandoned dog has to howl
But the lone wolf prefers to growl
Crown myself in grandeur
Fuck the daily slander
Take a look, go ahead, take a gander
Cut you up, I’m politicking, about to gerrymander 
Burning charm, spit fire like Charmander
You’re barking, but I don’t see a bite
You’re sparking, but you can’t seem to light
So stay lit, on some quick-wit shit
As I chew through you, bit by bit  

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