The Obscene Poemhunter Old Buzzard Poem by Shaun Cronick

The obscene PoemHunter old buzzard,
Observes everything and everyone,
Cowardly hiding offline.
Then Kapow!
It defecates and defiles new poems,
By depositing its childish mess in virgin comment boxes.
And it is androgynous.
It is a corruptor,
And both master and mistress of mind games,
And plays them...
Badly.
For there are certain tell tale signs,
Among it's graffiti writings.
It's spamming writings that is.
Fortunately this is his swan-song,
For his time on earth is quickly running out...
And he knows and feels it
Good riddance old buzzard.
Tick,
Tock,
Tick,
Tock...