Mother |
Hey bitch,
I told you not to call here
how'd you get my number?
fuck you
I'm not yours
I clipped that cord
five years ago.
Posted by on Thu, 01 Apr 2004 19:12:00 GMT |
Too much scotch |
Too much scotch last night
the sun screams in
burning at my eyes
my mouth tastes like cock
and I wonder
where this kilt came from.
Posted by on Thu, 01 Apr 2004 19:10:00 GMT |
Bluebells |
Bluebells, blue balls
you left me at the altar
pretty dress and all
holding those blue blossoms,
I run into the street
looking for your car,
trying not to weep.
Posted by on Thu, 01 Apr 2004 19:08:00 GMT |
Untitled Poem |
It burns between my legs
where you've been
where you aren't.
I feel your sperm
swimming in my anus
looking for an ovum
or a way out.
Too bad for them
their daddys gone,
babies left behind.
L...
Posted by on Thu, 01 Apr 2004 19:05:00 GMT |
