Matted Fur

The feast is through
Ive had my fill of filth
The stale and moldy remnants
Eaten with no guilt

Slurped up the liquids
And choked down rendered fats
Disgusting drippings on
My fur begin to matt

I
I am the Putrid God
I bow to no man

The hardened fur acts as armor
The trash protects me
Nothing can stop me

Anointed burglar
Gilded with the filth
Mischievous and rabid
Drooling on myself
An iron paw
Rules over the land
Recycled crown of soda cans upon my head

I
I am the Putrid God
I bow to no man



Credits
Writer(s): Devin Anthony Alford
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