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Did You Mean Buckskin
Fuck off sex
I'm a poet
not your cheap
word whore
I quit dangling it
out the window
bending over
cheeks spread raw
I don't need reads
to feed my ego
Maybe on your screen
my write's
not worth a wank
without titties jiggling
or the bounce of balls
I won't give a shit
if it gets ignored
But the smut
stinks worse
when an audience
does its best
to lick each others asses
before they grab
another tissue
ready to throat
some literary dick
who's boned enough
to play the part
until even Buk
would throw up
all over anybody
dared call that
art
Published 6th Oct 2010
| Edited 19th Jul 2012
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6th Oct 2010 11:28pm
Anonymous
- Edited 15th May 2018 11:36am
7th Oct 2010 9:40am
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7th Oct 2010 10:40am
it feels like a slap to the chops of the follower. a good rant poem. for me it's a good poem about how it isn't a good poem. (i think )
it has an original feel to the images, flows well and these lines;
until even Bukowski
would throw up
all over anybody
dared call that
art
are the cherry on a shitty cake.
nicely done abracadabra
it has an original feel to the images, flows well and these lines;
until even Bukowski
would throw up
all over anybody
dared call that
art
are the cherry on a shitty cake.
nicely done abracadabra
Anonymous
- Edited 10th May 2018 11:33pm
15th Dec 2010 6:32pm
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