A strange place it can be
When into satire we do go
Satirical verses there have their say
Like needles in a row
Each one a sharp narrow edged sword
Twisting turning
Blood gushing forth
Covering the form
Creeps slowly across the ground
Enriching soil with fluid strong
Blood the life giving force
For all
Flea bitten dogs pariahs are
Licking up the mess around
Kissing asses those they seek
Downside up and upside down
Blandishments she gives to you
Heart of love pretend to be
Inside the snake crawls insidiously
Mangy am I proclaims she
Clever as all worms are
Wriggling fast across the ground
Blinding all to whom she is
Into her hole she has returned
Emerge she does from this dark hole
When ready she to strike
Colour blind with shades of red
Once more an action of the dead
Arisen has she again
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