Monday, April 18, 2022

NaPoWriMo, Day Eighteen, Poem Seventeen


Sect Talk
 
If you're truly
underground,

why do you
still find ways

to hover above
those who try

to jam foot in
alleged open door.

Be your own 
bastard children

of whores who
hoard all attention

working on 
whale songs

to attract more
whaling marks

to feed those eco
destroying egos.