Poem Hunter
Dream Fable
(February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

Dream Fable

Poem By Rabia Al Basri

No matter where she squats her twat.
It still manages to stink.
Just like the mind she has,
That's on the brink!
She's a pitiful piece of used meat.
And she still tries to give it away!
On any shore she whores.

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