Me

Poem By john tiong chunghoo

oh god, what a work
this motor i reckoned to be me
is in fact your gadgets
to chain the devil
and shunted to a corner

i am asked to save my own soul
well, pray i will
below your buttock
above the devil's horns

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John I enjoyed your unsual poem. Thank you.


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