by Nick Lantz
a found poem
They have no clue
what’s goin’ on.
You’re gonna die,
bitch. Go ahead,
eat up. Ah, this
is gonna be fucking crazy.
Open that cage—
I only got
four minutes left.
Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah.
Ah. Ah. Ah. This
is the History Channel.
He’s about to rip
that fucking head off. That’s the big one, too. Damn,
I was kinda hoping they’d die
quicker.
Those guys are looking
around, breathing. I wanna see
that big one.
Eat it. Eat.
Look at the face
on that one. He’s got blood
all over his face.
Last updated November 09, 2022