September 10, 2009 @
Poems
I drew a picture of Mr. Gary
with five dicks penetrating each
of his orifices, including
his nose holes.
A couple more dicks stuck into holes they bored
for themselves.
Then dicks penetrated dicks, and so on …
until the whole page
was a solar system
of bloody
September 10, 2009 @
Poems
This is a poem that I wrote for my pops. I don’t know where he is or what he’s doing. There’s not much a schizophrenic can do in terms of work. But if you read this, pops–actually, don’t contact me. Because you’re kind of insane.
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