Bros
before hoes. - Wise man.
I
am that I am & eye yam what I yam, cried
Yahweh
& Popeye when Lo & behind
us crept
up beside us, she that did lob from her
guts
the rotgutting catgutty strings
that,
spat from her, tangled in webs of deceit
us
menfolk, sickly & wan we: Waxen, pallid,
pellucid-eyed
saps for the pelvicly maddening
midriff
asway & aswivel. The drivel we spit
O
cherry red ripe O snowy white Phyllis O
Chloris,
Corinna & Daphne. Daft we
dribble
in dulcet & docile deblitity,
prostrate
& vexed with a witch's hex, he
sd,
as he gasped his last breath, sexy,
& forkt o'er the fee. Fie! Fuck her fertility.
6.5.2015
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