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the sun, the cunts & the masses
when i was 7 years old
my father slapped me hard
across the face
w/a fat sunday newspaper
b/c i was rummaging
thru the junk drawer
& interrupted his breakfast
i happened to be looking
for a pencil
he was the first motherfucker
to get in the way of my art
there has been many after
besides The Father:
(not in this particular order)
women
so-called writers
so-called friends
teachers
bullies
bosses
general pricks
general cunts
the masses
this shit existence
the goddamn sun
etc...
& the struggle still exists
full force
& i cover my face
as the arms of the sun, the cunts
& the masses keep swinging
their dumb hooks at me
my father slapped me hard
across the face
w/a fat sunday newspaper
b/c i was rummaging
thru the junk drawer
& interrupted his breakfast
i happened to be looking
for a pencil
he was the first motherfucker
to get in the way of my art
there has been many after
besides The Father:
(not in this particular order)
women
so-called writers
so-called friends
teachers
bullies
bosses
general pricks
general cunts
the masses
this shit existence
the goddamn sun
etc...
& the struggle still exists
full force
& i cover my face
as the arms of the sun, the cunts
& the masses keep swinging
their dumb hooks at me
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This blog is updated irregularly and has nothing to do with the poet's output. The poet is actually disturbingly prolific. He writes about 5 poems per day. The pages are everywhere, even stacked in the bathtub.
