It is What it Is
listen,
I don’t mess with words
just eat me ..
my cunt is a metaphor ..
so why
call it poetry, she said ..
and when
done, you can discard me ..
take me,
or leave it, there are still
a few fish
left in this proverbial sea ..
where else
might we drown, come on
dip a toe ..
I double dare ya and then
I will surely,
go down on you too, okay ..