unlegible hot iron

like a cow

turned red

i must become a

personal brand

fat with the future

slaughter to the masses

who deserve entertainment

and sustenance

look

my soul moves

like grass in the wind

before it is chomped

and consumed

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Hi all. I post poems with images I’ve drawn here. It’s an Instagram account, so feel free to follow, like, and make me feel as though it’s worthwhile and for a while, I have worth. Only you can make me, so please please. I’ll continue bordering a masochistic exhibitionist, a low-level anxious, and a cow growing itself for you even if I’m vegetarian.

Below are two such images you’ll find on the platform: