Thursday, July 18, 2013

Leave Me and I Call the Cops

clap your hands again
and jump
scream a little
scream a little
squeal with glee
and a whole-hog food stamp spree
smoke some weed
and lie

take his car
and take his food
and take his mail
you know he's screwed

sweaty stink of
rancid fat and urine
the incense
burned before your gods

limp on the left
limp on the right
(or is it the left?)

poor girl”

enjoy the rancid fat and urine,

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