Battle Caw

Half-chewed words
Stick in my craw
As I suppress
The urge to gnaw
Through the chains
Of the bourgeois
Which expose
Our every flaw
In hopes that I
Will soon withdraw
My disdain of
Their grand hooplah
And support of those
They would declaw
But I would rather
We redraw
Those who would
Demand our awe
And make them shut
Their hateful maw
So we can rise up
With a “CAW”
And eat those
Fucking bigwigs raw.
Editor: Shannon Hensley









