Two Wings & Two Legs - A Barbed Tale

[UnSquare]

I crawled out of the
worm,
'td digresseted It's fill
A tigress meal.

Shee Li'nes only bring back the kill.

From the inside
I swore,
dagger & all,
that I'd pas'thou
an organ playin'
let us be your ill -

I came out tumblin' Jill.
Pale in comparison.
But faster.
An' after.

But walk into the maw expectin'
no less,
would a "Jane Of Arc's"
chest d'serve,
d'liver no less?

So why notta swallow,
why walkin' out clean,
with the dagger
& swagger
covered in nothin' but Sheen.

Perhaps not all are as mean as they seam?

So I's preen,
an' stroke
my feather's of luck,
wing's 'little crippled,
my dagger back stuck
in the belt of the cosmos
an' what was obtained?

Intrestin' look at th'inside,
neither yet maimed,
but one up on me for 'ternal workin's explained.

Don't worry,
Old Worm Curlin'
We won't feel no pain.

My study,
yo' 'natomy,
we have nothing to blame.

(As aside to the crowd,
it wasn't a game,
an' next time I get eaten,
we'll both be unfurlin'
your name.)

PEACE
UnS

 

[pennywise]

its amazing how well you convey the sense of being falling-down drunk. great work !

 

[(Wordy)]

Yeah, I like this one.

This stanza wriggles lively ():

So I's preen,
an' stroke
my feather's of luck,
wing's 'little crippled,
my dagger back stuck
in the belt of the cosmos
an' what was obtained?

You know, your phonetic "dialect" and lateralness really give you an unmistakable voice.