Full of freckles
Dressed to kill
A great male lion
Has had its fill
From tHis sad evil POS
All smiles now
But not a bit
Of bravery there
Look how she poses
Clearly not
The queen of roses
Exposing for us the dead souls fangs
Its wild black mane
How its jaw hangs
Its bloodied paws
Its on her knees
Shame its not hers
Is that a tease
To me this worthless POS
Takes women kind into a pit
She should be motherly and caring she
Is full of glaring infamy
A bold old Lion a ‘grimacing there
Shot down in clouds of despair
For women to do this
Makes me spew
A sicko clearly through
And through.
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.
Exactly Rex, not a woman, not from nature at all; a brainwashed degenerate of the highest order; to take a wild soul’s life whilst smiling is nothing ordinary to karma when it strikes.
An artificiality which is what all hunters seek to achieve and this one has it to a tee
A siren brood
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