Gobble gobble

November 26, 2006

I wrote a poem inspired by this year’s memorable holiday season and have decided to share it. Here it is:

It smells like apple pie and dead leaves
and I want to fuck.
Where are you and that wretched slit of yours?
And who is plugging it now,
who’s got your mouth open and moaning,
that one you can’t keep shut anyhow?
I can still smell you beneath my booze breath
I can still feel your skin on my rough hands…
You’re just gone
along with all that silly shit I used to adore.
And that’s all
I’m truly Thankful for.

Maybe next time I’ll write you all a Haiku about Christmas!

Happy thanksgiving yaaaaay

One Response to “Gobble gobble”

  1. Mark Says:

    That was pretty awesome.

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