Flying Lioness
She’s a flying lioness
can comb phone calls
as hair-comb, combs hair
searching for broken hair
and parasites in hiding
The moment she gets
traces of unknown calls
suspicions she develops
she flies there as lioness
to chop ribs of the callers
with her metallic tongue
to protect her relationship
and embarrass the fiance
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