In this blind world of
comm-fuckery
comes the mouthpiece
of love and charity.
Dribbling Karo for
show, tasty sweet
licking its drip over
icy lips, dirty
limbs saluting over
the white chalk of purity.
I see your molten
face, your uncommon chastity
your broken smile
peeling and revealing
your true identity.
You're the sexual banality
of American
flag-wavers and pulpit misery.
You kiss my
vomit-stained cheek gleefully, as I lay
waste to my broken,
fucked up, drunken
morality.
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