Poetry Pocalypse Thistle That 23

For a contest that hasn't been posted yet, but I know it's coming...

It's here! https://steemit.com/steem-pocalypse/@hopehuggs/day-23-pocalypse-poetry-challenge-for-steem-pocalypse-day-12-round-1-55-sbd-in-prizes-to-be-won

This thistle tastes delistle
It's good for my whistle
To bleed from my lips
And take little sips
Of my own blood.

Kinda gruesome
So I grew some
New body parts
Ghastly smarts
Of my own blood

It's fun to never have to run
I'm a ghost, you're a nun
Or you ought to be in this cruelty
You have to subsist on gruel tea
Anyways, so you might as well be a Maria.