“To The Whore Who Took My Poems”
Do you remember
When you stole my unwritten
Poems? Do you
Remember,
Or your head
Is just to show
A new hair-color, a new
Expensive haircut,
Ridiculous jewelry,
To have childish desires
Paid with obscene
Indirect prostitution
(Yes, you are a whore,
A dumb one)?
Do you remember
That night,
Thumbs up
In your ass,
Growing fat,
My words throgh my cock
Up into your uterus?
All other possible poems,
Took by your
Moaning fake love
On my wine ears,
A seeded illusion,
Grown to confusion, that had
To be removed
With all acid poems,
Instead of others,
All the poems you took,
When you made me come,
Even after so much wine,
Inside your body
While your soul
Was on devil´s bank
Account.
B.
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