2 hours ago
Providence
for E.A.G.
A man was mean to me today—my prayers
have been answered! He does not know
how sweet it tastes to be so lonely you could die
and find yourself a gutless sinner
begging to roasted. On the spit
he left behind when he pressed up
against the space I occupied and shouted
words that rhyme with bundt
are specks of DNA soon to be linked
to evidence of child abuse, goblin frottage,
trails of tears and tax evasion, murder
at his residence—us cunts, we don’t forget a face
and none of us forgive. He knows my tits are fake,
but baby, I know where you live.
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for E.A.G.
A man was mean to me today—my prayers
have been answered! He does not know
how sweet it tastes to be so lonely you could die
and find yourself a gutless sinner
begging to roasted. On the spit
he left behind when he pressed up
against the space I occupied and shouted
words that rhyme with bundt
are specks of DNA soon to be linked
to evidence of child abuse, goblin frottage,
trails of tears and tax evasion, murder
at his residence—us cunts, we don’t forget a face
and none of us forgive. He knows my tits are fake,
but baby, I know where you live.
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