chenin blanc

it’s at that time when straws become too much

organic white people fare becomes

barbaric

phallic

too much

i chew inward, inhale

with a subliminal wink

a gag reflex un-triggered

a norm show

gather round you

penny loafers &

belted trousers

i’ll swallow swords &

trophies

(but in private)

where’s the fun in that?

 

clap for the seal

seal against the clap

get seen by your local GYN

you filth

my scum

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world

Comments

ross217

wholly molly where you learn to write like that!

i can feel the distrust of disgust and i love it !

but one question who are you talking about

 

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