HAPPY, YES I AM.
DEVOTED? WELL, YES I AM.
SHOOT ME —
WATCH ME GRIN.
GOD, WATCH ME GRIN
IN YOUR FACE.
YOU’RE DISTORTED.
OH — NOW YOU SPEAK?
YOU’RE A SINNER.
WHERE DID YOU HIDE?
ALL THAT FIGHT —
GUESS YOU ENDED,
LIKE YOUR BRAIN IS ALL DAMAGE.
WATCH ME:
I’LL EAT YOUR PELVIS,
MAKE YOU SAVOR
LIKE ALL YOU EVER NEEDED
WAS A LITTLE SAVIOR.
WATCH YOUR LUMBUS —
I’LL STYLE YOU LIKE A THROMBUS.
GET UP —
NOW YOU SPEAK?
WILL YOU EVER PEAK?
SHOOT ME —
OH, GOD.
YOU KNOW
I’D DIE HAPPY
TONIGHT.
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Author:
Yael Olalde-Garcia (
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Comments1
This poem seems a mixture of the religious and sexual and indeed sex has been used as part of religion for some time. Now days just a bit more hidden. A most interesting poem
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