12/25/18 8:13PM
next time you find yourself
surrounded by fools
carve yourself into a mad monk
you will see captivation
and repulsion equally
as you piss genius into a urinal
pace back and forth
trace grease across your face
and retreat into the woods to a yurt
cure all diseases you hear
with a few kind words
and promises of furniture
stand and flay
all the skin off your chest
and wrap up trinkets with it
celebrate being together
just long enough
to make you want to be alone
- Author: Big Swifty (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: December 25th, 2018 20:14
- Category: Unclassified
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