Monday, April 15, 2013

poem of the day 04.15.13


is a little pug-fisted fat russian bastard
maybe around four or five years old
who keeps screaming on the bus his holy madness
pulling the yellow tabs, stopping us at every block
while his fat pug-fist mother yells to no avail
zack, whom i’d like to explain my bleeding skin tab neck
the hemorrhoid itch up my ass, my jock-itch balls, my bum knees,
my fungus chest, my ulcer stomach and the ceaseless work hours
zack, this waste of sperm, pulls the yellow tab again and screams
looks at me with no mercy, no mercy in his heart at all.


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