Keep It Regular
i have done away with phallic symbols tossed the machismo in the can who the hell needs incel leanings? all my friendships undergo screenings no rape apologists and no terfs no red hat wearers or conservative smurfs i’d rather live on alternative…
can i get an honest answer? can you ask an honest question? am i slave to the muse? have a i blown my fuse? do i read the news? would i fuck you? i have rented this spine and broken this line…
when did you get your fucking license? what is your degree in? what do you do? how much do you make? should i know you? isn’t that a bit pretentious? can you have a book? why? here’s a personalised fuck of for…
the seeds i neglected in the back of my throat like crumbs i can’t cough out it’s just a fucking poem about as important as a bagel as triumphant as a booger you can go be arftistic over there there are corners…