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Under Foot

I found him to be such a
peculiar little fella
so I squashed him
underneath my fuckin boot
what a tranquil sound
his bones made as
I ground them into the dirt
squish squish said the mud
I am thirsty let me drink
the blood of life from your sole
a faceless fuckin picasso
on the canvess that is the earth
squish squish I want more
johnny time for dinner
johnnys going to be
a little fuckin late
bitch
Written by brainsandwich
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