Don’t
Don’t mess with me today:
My stars twist torn and bleeding
clustered on a barbed-wire
skein of deterministic torture
My vision is tunneled
through lightless pipes
of sewer-seasoned angst
I’m feeling meaner
than a half-breed
My Lai rape baby
staring at a bust
of Rusty Calley
Get in my face
and I’ll pee on your foot
Open your mouth
and I’ll force feed you
fetid gobs of fly-blown truth
So back slowly away
and trust me
Just don’t
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