Jaycee Graffius Poet I do not know?

Creative Threats For Cat-Callers

I will bite your eyeballs
I will sand your bones
I will pluck out your veins
And peel back your nose

I will grind your eyelashes
I will boil your spleen
I will shave off your lips
And dance on your knees

I will curl your skin
I will iron your tongue
I will file your toes
And melt both your lungs

I will do all these things
As sure as can be
I will hammer your teeth
And bend back your feet

I will do all these things
To the next man I see
Who decides to make 
a sex object of me

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Mark Toney May 22, 2020 at 2:48 PM "It would have been better for that man if he had not been born."(Mark 14:21) It seemed like an appropriate response ;) ~Mark

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart March 1, 2020 at 7:25 PM A gratifying read! You had me with the title and didn't disappoint. Fun one! xomo