Snarrrl

A poem about hunger.

Canis lupus occidentalis at Denali National Park. Public Domain Image: Denali NPS

I will clap back,
Snap shut my maws,
TiraL la charrascá
& haceLte pasaL un malrato
Por culpa de tu maltrato.

Not enough toLta for a lawyer, no;
Not enough power for your fear….
But the LACK will never kill my will.
I will weaponize my claim;
Your class guilt siempre a flor de piel.

Your LACK es mucho más mayúsculo:
Your moral compass has no needle
& your will becomes policy, ñeta*.
If your hand touches my food,
I will fucking bite it.

*contraction of puñeta.

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