Poetry Corner: “The unofficial mission”

The unofficial mission Sleek and silentThe 52 “Birds” knife up through muggy dense tropical airand when over their targetspawn the eggs of doomthe captain of one of the planes proclaimed these bastards are getting a load of hot jellyand since this unofficial no bullshit about it on the tellybut somehow a leak to the FifthContinue reading “Poetry Corner: “The unofficial mission””