Monday, February 4, 2008

BLATANTLY “METAPHORIC” POEM NUMBER ONE

YOU WILL BE COMPARED TO A GARAGE FLOOR
BECAUSE YOU ARE A COLD FUCKING UGLY THING
AND EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE I SPILL GAS ON YOU—
THAT’S HOW YOU’RE LIKE A GARAGE FLOOR
YOU FUCKING GARAGE FLOOR.
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