I was starving, wet and cold walking down a road. I found a dead crow a couple of days old. It smelled, but I ate it anyway, then threw it back up. Eating crow, don’t do it. May not be good for stomach or soul.
Urban and narative poetry, vbog, personal journal
I was starving, wet and cold walking down a road. I found a dead crow a couple of days old. It smelled, but I ate it anyway, then threw it back up. Eating crow, don’t do it. May not be good for stomach or soul.