UNDERGROUND
Under water grottos, caverns
Filled with apes
That eat figs.
Stepping on the figs
That the apes
Eat, they crunch.
The apes howl, bare
Their fangs, dance,
Tumble in the
Rushing water,
Musty, wet pelts
Glistening in the blue.
Can you appreciate the poetic talent that is going to waste in the White House?
The poem is dank, dark, and primitive - straight from BarackO’s id.