Inktober's Prickly prompt drew me to cacti almost automatically, so I drew (heh) a somewhat peaceful desert scene--a giant footprint for flourish, sure, why not.
As for the poem, it's pretty self-explanatory. Below is the transcription:
overactive glands;
salivating man-best.
flared nostrils--
eyes awash
with confused
superior entitlement.
they owe
you nothing.
one word
should be
enough. stop.
no. leave.
have two:
fuck off.
'Prick'