Monday, 12 March 2018

Cuttlefish

A poem from 2018

All things to all men
Now you see me
Now you don't
Sending off warning signals
Shoots you, sir
This survival instinct
It's dog eat dog out there
A food chain
A pecking order
Know your place
Just let me pass on my DNA
And then I'm outta here

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