The Ogres
The Ogres
Green, fat, and sedentary
The fat ones eat mice
throw the bones to the floor
a compost pile grows and grows
Their lives consumed with dirt
Being the dirtiest possible
Mud baths and skunk perfumes
Consume their lives
The Ogres live their lives
Death comes as a priveledge
The dirt
The stench
The filth
All ordinary for the green monsters
Their ears
Small craters
Wax drips from them
Their eyes, black with depth
Never ending filth
Their ugliness
Deep within their soul
No way of getting it out
The ugly
A curse
The Orgres
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