You'Re No Pun
Like a skeletal skunk
You no longer make scents
You are a rotten moose
No longer worth a buck
Your opinions are like a dead bird
Dreadful and completely fowl
The only thing you have of worth
Is deep inside the soil
Maybe if you bury yourself
A new root may uncoil
If you somehow spring new roots
Like a dead owl I would still give not two undead hoots
Copyright © Raven Tones | Year Posted 2017
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