damn, I'm so hungry
I could fuck a horse right now
...that's what she told me
booming in the night
your big nukes will never be
as loud as my balls
[the following is excerpted from Scary Spasms in Hairy Chasms]
BLASTING SHOTGUN DIARRHEA
the doctor said
don't you pick those scabs
so I
pick pick pick
and I
pluck pluck pluck
then I
lick lick lick
and I
suck suck suck
so the doc says STOP
and I say OK
then I
lick lick lick
and I
pick pick pick
_
Saturday, September 13, 2003
poetry... because I'm a Poet Laureate
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