Bastard!
Whore!
Slap!
Punch!
She pulls out a
clump of
my hair
Good luck fucking
around behind my
back with that
shiner, Toots
As if I’ve
never done it
to her
either
Hypocrisy
thy name is
Man
“You ruined
my
face!”
Vanity
thy name is still
Woman
A dark breeze blows
through my ribcage
rattling the bones
A sad xylophonic sound
in the early morning
Waking up
in a shitty apartment
for a shitty job
to keep a shitty life
going
We are all
just full of shit
and Made of
Shit
But each of us
must wake up
each morning
Until we
take our
Eternal
Nap
The department Store Whore
And her ode
To the flowery
flowing
Fancy Fabrics
Sickening song
of a sycophantic
cultural malady
Beauty at any cost
Especially at these prices











