Freddie Robinson Jr. Poet Burlesque

Vulture Vulgarian

Speech of a drunken sailor,
muttering foul things ...
utterly gutter manure color
Filthy thoughts sent virus airborne,
dirty mind intimations tattooed on

She’s a vulture vulgarian — 
Carcass breath
spreads her dead bosom infection

Unrefined manners, coarse habits
Crude behavior ill-defines 
her pagan talk,  smutty actions

Obscene gestures is this wench heifer’s 
favorite, non-verbal expression
Her unclean vocal droppings
is a flirty cow pasture indiscretion

O’ witchy woman, so vulture vulgarian
Your condor exhalation
is cemetery-grade, crypt vapor carrion

Speech of a drunken turn-key,
muttering vile things ...
words detestable, ought not be
Deplorable lip belches sent coldly,  nether bound — 
a putrid place, wherein is only the hot slug sound

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Caren Krutsinger January 22, 2019 at 1:56 PM You have truly painted a clear picture of a woman who probably has no idea how aptly you have captured her sailor talk, and her despicable ways. Well done my friend! I hope she is no relative.