A Poetic Love Affair

Out of my asshole,

and return,

to where you once came.

Out of my asshole,

save yourself to blame.

Unexpectedly, out I said,

For if you dare look,

you’ll see my shit on your head.

Lonely

A poem..

I write it,

I buy it,

I review it.

Limited and restricted,

I’m my own critic.

I play with myself,

But, I’m poor,

Because I cannot pay myself.

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