Wednesday, August 31, 2016

#WedNightPoetry: Rare Acid Loser (by Darrell Herbert)

Rare Acid Loser

Lazy, lazy
Psychologically crazy, but in reality, spacey
Vomiting blood, lungs grazey
Chipped tooth, birth marks shady 
Starfish sex, birth defects

Doctor, can you please pump it?
By pump it, I mean my stomach
Like an infant getting fed with acid
A loser who's less attractive
Cum stains found all over the mattress
Lynch my tears
Piss on my grief
Oddly enough, I'll tie her ropes across my knees
I'll even tie them all, helping hands used my helpless feet
Medicine, Benzedrine
Lack luster, cocksucker

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