Pub Poem #1

I in this god forsaken land forespoke
A dredged shore of sorrows drowned
And me grounded with wire and earth
and all that I'm worth
Here on this marble, oh so small
Oh so pathetic.

The great distaste, an emetic that churns and burns my wirey plaque,
a precedent to your white attack.
Teeth grizzly like the water stamp you are.

Coined, wired, minced meat and dined.  
There is no opportunity for you to shine.

Necrotic, besieged
No one you know will see,
Now breathe.