Suo My Nona
the Fucking
I spit the final swig of crystal
feel it guzzle it's way down my dick
hiss at it scorching my mouth
and reach for the slut to pour dre another.
I think of how my ass scream
every time I let the crystal lick me.
Then I punch down at my pussy --
shitting -- spitting the glass of grey goose --
and think of how these were the tits
that should have fucked ya mom away from me.
But didn't. And I keep ripping
why I shot your hell, killed your hypnotiq.
I remember how pac sucked your way
through me. You swallowed me
from the inside out, and ya sista kept coming back.
I let you watch me, and now you've
raped a hole through kyle. I loved it.
Now I have to talk myself of the badunkadunk,
and my hoe is bouncing between the
big-titty-bitches in the cream-pie nestled in my fist.
But I have to punch more. The Fucking
doesn't last as long as ya sista do(es).
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Original poem:
the burning
(written June 8, 1989)
I take the final swig of vodka
feel it burn it's way down my throat
hiss at it scorching my tongue
and reach for the bottle to pour myself another.
I think of how my tonsils scream
every time I let the alcohol rape me.
Then I look down at my hands --
shaking -- holding the glass of poison --
and think of how these were the hands
that should have pushed you away from me.
But didn't. And I keep wondering
why I took your hell, took your poison.
I remember how you burned your way
through me. You corrupted me
from the inside out, and I kept coming back.
I let you infect me, and now you've
burned a hole through me. I hated it.
Now I have to rid myself of you,
and my escape is flowing between the
ice cubes in the glass nestled in my palm.
But I have to drink more. The burning
doesn't last as long as you do.
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