burnt corn
offended
you
there
healthy on
horses high
your broken nail
and uncoiffed weave
your only complaint
reference
reality
fuck you
your perfection
and your
"piece of advice"
live a night of my life
(or his or hers)
dance with my devil
when sleep is mauled
by pains and pukes
screams inside
your pampered ass
can't imagine
when your body
turns against you
leaving you like
the bastard at your
own family reunion
talk to me then
bitch
when your choice
is not pumpkin
jack off yuppie
scum cum lattes
but which pill
you can afford
to get through
the next five
fucking minutes
judge me then
from your SUV
sucking down ARVs
when you are left with
nothing more than
fake breasts
in a house dress
on a faded frame
mange clumps
and wrangled bones
screeching like Zelda
to a sister
that won't come
i smell
your bridge burning
not the popcorn
you're eating
where will you turn
when it's your turn
to suck my
reaped and sown dick
and fuck off?
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