THOSE WHO BETRAY SELFISH SHOULD BE CRUSHED

I crunch the snow
I am a crow

I snatch the air
I was a pear

I grasp the time
half lemon and lime

I seize the moment
from my lazy opponent

I stab the dark
I will be a drunk aardvark

I pierce the veil
to no avail

I shoot the breeze
with my enemies the bees

I open the door
I become a wild boar

with words I grapple
much like a rotten apple

I fall to the floor
pierced to the core