The Conscientious Mind

[dukealien]

I fill my poems with rudeness and crudeness / so if I get rejected / I can just say / ''You only rejected me because I'm so crude.'' / I drop names of powerful editors --- I use famous poets' names / in vain. / I call Hercules a faggot, / and say Abraham Lincoln didn't really care about black people . . . . . / . . . . . . I sometimes forget what I was going to say . . . / But I say it. / And sometimes a cigar is just a cigar, and a blunt is a gutted piece of paper . . . and the tobacco taken out and replaced with a poisonous cunt that's really a man. /    Sometimes a rapist is just a lonely victim.

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And sometimes, somewhere there's a little girl crying, and I want to say that it's my fault, but I can't.

Beautiful, in a... well, beautiful way.  Truth hurts, and I feel your pain.

Which brings to mind:  There are ancient traditions of eating preparations of it, but has anyone tried smoking ground mandrake root?  Probably lethal, but maybe not?