My poems reek of innuendo
(she says)
Hidden meanings should be
shot, raped, and stoned.

My reflections don't count to those who can't see.
,but neglet the ignorant and they'll tattle
(God forbid)

"Serve a dish,
seasoned with simplicity."
Do I look like a fucking caterer to you?!

Imagery, Imagery!
Will die along with her eyes
but she'd like to go blind
(for the handicapped seat)

Damn it all!
If I'm not understood
for a tad bit of thought,
All is damned

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