POETRY & VERSE
Death by Testosterone Poisoning Tamara Naja
Beneath the primitive moon they dance around their BMWs beating their silk tie chests with manicured fists. They let out a grunting gurgling howl to the skyscrapers, proving their worth as men. With dagger-like ball-point pens and neanderthalic drool dripping on their Armani suits, they charge into the wilderness, hunting for their prey.
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