“A salt water croc”

will eat rocks which it never fully digests,
in order to turn it’s stomach
into a churning grinder of riprap,
mashing victim after victim in a fizzing PH,
only comparable to hydrochloric acid.
A salt water croc has evolved to devour
anything which enters and pass it along
looking nothing like it once had.
Cold blooded women are not much
different, except that their death roll
is rather enjoyable
and their claws are often painted pink,
even if their fingernails are unpolished.

narrative poem written on 02-25-2011 by: on mattkane.com
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