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Sabrina Corgatelli - Slaughters Creations gifts

Her avaricious eye's
denude all they surround
flicking the salted sugar,
flavours of life fall short
with a diamond tipped tongue 
hardened, by, unending desire
of ever chaffing need, gnawing
not enough, more, more, more !

Damaged and broken
no longer a vessel of humanity,
the hunt began anew on
foreign soil, a summer rental,
this she-monster thrashes Monkey's
by out smarting the Girraff 

Chasing butteflies and rainbows
stealing pots of gold,
slowly murdering hope
as is fixed on the target,
she throws sticks on string
make of titanium, fires cannons
at raindrops and finally
hated, finds an explanation
in Hunting for Dummies

Her black soul bowed with death
writhes as she walks evil,
hands intently sprayed murder
on the wonders in creation,
freely and legally she kills 
without fear or remorse

Mother earth is whispering,
prurience will bury a corpse
delusions hold her simple mind
unseeing dead tissue now
rots in her head

judgement shall fall
when the kingdom of earth
rise, as convocations circle
marking the target,
drawing the prides in
stalking this killer of hope
savagery stirs up the dust
soaked with justices blood

Ascending Kings shall roam,
compassionate kind people
shall ne' have no need to fear
a wide magenta smile.

Style / type: 
Free verse
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I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Last few words: 
http://www.today.com/video/idaho-huntress-sabrina-corgatelli-talks-about-dead-giraffe-photos-497399875678 ...There is no explanation that anyone can come up with that will convince me that these animals deserve to be slaughtered ...
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Comments

give em a gun and no purpose and they will find one
giraffes...
not even a challenge
..pointless

man will be happy as I say when the
animals are all dead...
then he can focus on himself

but aside this atrocious point
this poem is excellent
I find..the handling of the
potent anger sizzling
and awesome

I knew some people
who came back
not the sixties wars but
places like rwanda
distant bosnia

Oh...Idaho Huntress..
like Cecil...
still cheaper then a new
Beamer...
nothing sacred in the end
just whats ignored by
fates an God

when the last poet is shot...

they rounded us up too
in the purges
anyone with an I'Q

my baby collects giraffe
sculptures..which reminds
me I gotta go get em out
of hock!

thank for this!

beautiful poem
sad as it is..

I'm always enraged at senseless killing this woman is a beast. I had forgotten I wrote this one as no one commented at the time

Thanks for your thoughts Steven they are always a blessing

Love love J xxx

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

author comment

Double post lol

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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the google feeds or twitter commented it was a year that Cecil the lion was killed
and today I had too go pick up our wooden carved giraffes....two of the larger ones
in my packsack...everyone loved them....I had a tour through the mall and people
were in love with these minatures...I had them facing backward....told a couple
I was taking them for a "walk" My ex..or still present woman collects them...she
finds them wonderful animals...from a visit to the lion safari years ago!

Thank U!

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