Sunday, November 2, 2008

two short poems

he took a cactus
and then he wacked us
smacked us and thracked us
then drove the big old bus
over all of us ...
and the masochists among us --
hell, they wanted more!
when it comes to pain,
they're greedyassed whores!
*
if
by
respect
you,
you mean,
"shut up and obey
me,"
they i don't.
and i won't.

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