Tear
the flesh from the bone
This
poem must begin now
No
fifty – fifty, no phone a friend
Everyone
wants to be a millionaire, Asshole
She
was attracted to my lacerations and I was drawn to how she always took a
contrary view to whatever I was laying down
I
learned what southern hospitality was as she pulled apart her thick pussy lips
and showed me exactly where to land my Cessna
During
the quarantine I’ve started watching the Discovery channel again. It’s funny
how some ports feel so familiar when everything has turned to shit and you realize
you’re starting to like the taste of shit
Tired
of all these knock'em out, drag'em out' methods that do no one, but the anesthesiologist
any good
If
someone’s getting paid it’s gonna be me after years of being called a weasel
for stepping up and paying tribute to a dead comrade
I
don’t have the time or the patience to deal with other people’s failed attempts
at grieving. The last friend I counseled quickly turned on me when the walls
started closing in
Tear
it all down
Rip
it to shreds
Posers
and wannabes need not apply
We’ve
had our fill of assholes that analyze everything and leave nothing to chance.
Charles Cicirella
4/29/2020
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