where will it go when it ends
this structured tragedy, my character should
at least get a bit part, like the father or crazy
neighbor or something
in another channel's sitcom line-up.
gyrating supermodels on my gravesight!!!
hell yes i deserve at least that
maybe some 23 year old debutantes jacking heroin
into their inner thighs with shaved pussies
making sucking sounds as the plunger slowly plunges...
eyes rolled up staring through the grass at
my maggot ridden face, trying to force tongues through
to get one last taste of the greatest's spit
ginger and soy and dead fish sandy beaches
coked out beach houses where orange county police girls
fucked each other with standard-issue nigger-beaters
gibby used to stop by and serenade me, so gentle with his
guitar and emolliant smile.
when the fat lady sings ( who i have always thought should
be nell carter )
the advertisement dollars should go through the roof
anything else would
srive
the stakes into the bloodsuckers' hearts.
when ted turner runs for president
the end shall truely be nigh.
Birth sign: Cancer
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