Yesterday Eats Today Eats Tomorrow…
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I do the end-of-the-world with lots of happy!
I drink grinded-up-human-flesh…
It tastes like thousands of worlds blowing up!
Because every Saturday everything ceases to exist…
And I eat an assembly-line-of-thousands-of-vaginas -
It’s my job!
I get paid in delicious kittens!
It’s so much meow!
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen