to he who comes forth with hate
and if you think I'm pissed now,
you just wait until my horns
are topless towers over the shattered
other side of that black rock
you called a heart.
I may need a sabbatical to cut off your dick;
it may take months alone to find it.
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I like your poems
I like the poems you've posted.
The language is so fresh and engaging.
Thank-you
\\John
Ah, this is one of my less
Ah, this is one of my less than charming poems so I appreciate the comment very much. Haha. Thank you for reading, my friend. :)