Thursday, March 2, 2017

the poet is lost for words when it’s not even poetry to say that u’ve killed me


u gave me goggles 
that make everywomen 
look like an animal farm windmill 
on my mini put put course

the false promise of
a better life

yr dirty projections
make me sick in a way
i guarantee will produce 
0 dry heaving

i’m gonna ask myself out 

my body
got a substitute
to play that stupid movie where
an eagle & a snake are friends

the sub openly called 

& the light switched
from ↓

turned on 


fuck off

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