i c a n n o t b e t
h e ' f a g '
y o u c l a i m i a m
m a r i s s a r a n e l l o
b'cuz: I remember
yer labia
lookin like a rotting sliver of
roast beef, a bruised carcass
floating in the abyss
of your own love.
because: I hear the song
'barrel of a gun'
I think of a set of sloppy tits
bouncing on the bed in rhythm
with the bass and treble.
b'cuz: I realized you were
missing teeth in the morning,
vomited kool-aid & vodka; which
I thought was an exploding ulcer.
because: I drive stick and would
never love anything automatic. Your
pussy spread like a Georgia O'Keefe
painting, reminded me of a trip to
the dentist that resulted in a root canal.
b'cuz: I like to dominate a
submissive man.
because: I'm afraid of pussy.
b'cuz: I love cock.
because: I'm a closet fag.
b'cuz: I wasn't breast fed.
because: I'm multi-orgasmic.
b'cuz: I love the smell
of a man.
because: I'm told my pussy is like a vice grip.
b'cuz:
I am a man trapped in a female form.
because: I don't want to be typecast
as 'another fag' poet.
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