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By Misti Date: 2002 Jan 04 Comment on this Work [[2002.01.04.00.57.24502]] |
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great globs of love puke on me I suck I cannot tell a lie I am not a writer I am a pretender all of the pain has been sufficiently exorcised all the demons put to rest I still hate my breasts and my gut instinctively I still dream of old lovers and hate myself for writing King Matthew and Queen Velvet stories I am a waste of bandwidth I'm still too cowardly to put pussy in a poem but dick doesn't make me queasy I'm too easy I fall too easy I sell too easy I am an easy piece even though I'm married I am still troubled I am still a whore/bore/candy store slobbering penniless waif I've written too many luv poems they are all bloodless I can't write any more poems until I've kissed Angelina Jolie for real this is not self-pity I want to puke myself up and see what is left |