Spaghetti on the wall
I noticed you being a slutty editor
shoving a typewriter into your slitty pussy
professing professing
marriaging a disaster
fuck you for being such a dude
how lame and bygone
go back to subbing
go back to rescribing your accolades and
stop trying to fuck
everything that walks with words
whip out your magnetic dick on the russian train
pass out the spoons and we’ll see ahat sticks
Guido
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“walks with words” I love that.
Ranting is great for the poet’s soul…
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