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Call It What You Will
As they pack the truck
full of
blondes
with green eyes
and an estimated
birth age of less
than 10 years old
Pack them like
upright sheep;
(They fit more in the truck that way)
squashed against
each other
The covered ones
have no fabric
left
in the ripped
make shift clothing
Then
the old
grey
disgusting
fuck of a man
whistles
The engine starts
In the noise
the sounds
of gates clanging shut
locks being
shackled
A scream
A whimper
A God Damn cry
The next whistle
from the suite
with a fucking cigar
hanging from the side
of his Cheshire smile
God alone knows
where that fucking truck
is headed
But the suit
is counting cash
and
calling for brunettes
At least the fucking abattoir
knows
where
the sheep go
Entry 4
Letters to Society, God
& The Goddess
GloPoWriMo 2018
April 4th
full of
blondes
with green eyes
and an estimated
birth age of less
than 10 years old
Pack them like
upright sheep;
(They fit more in the truck that way)
squashed against
each other
The covered ones
have no fabric
left
in the ripped
make shift clothing
Then
the old
grey
disgusting
fuck of a man
whistles
The engine starts
In the noise
the sounds
of gates clanging shut
locks being
shackled
A scream
A whimper
A God Damn cry
The next whistle
from the suite
with a fucking cigar
hanging from the side
of his Cheshire smile
God alone knows
where that fucking truck
is headed
But the suit
is counting cash
and
calling for brunettes
At least the fucking abattoir
knows
where
the sheep go
Entry 4
Letters to Society, God
& The Goddess
GloPoWriMo 2018
April 4th
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