© Mulga 2012, They've Drunk Our Blood, Ink on Paper,9 x 14 cm
© Mulga 2012, Time To Die, Ink on Paper,9 x 14 cm
These are 2 artworks I completed in my notebook.
They are freaky characters.
Here's a poem I wrote about them and as usual it doesn't make a whole lot of sense.
If any one wants to write their own poem I can put it up on the blog.
An ode to these two freaks
They've drunk our blood
We have no food
Our bellies do grumble
That is quite rude
We will arise
With pitch forks raised
Our rage intense
And justified
We'll gut those pigs
Who caused this mess
Dues will be paid
Of this we stress
Now it's time to die
There's no place to run
Only charred bones will remain
When we're done
Justice will be served
Just like a cake
At the birthday party
But it'll be your wake
The End
See you next time
-Mulga
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