all men

 

i said to the barman wear me out

and give me another

the door creaked open as she finally walked in

right when my liver started to rot

her footsteps ground a shrill deep in my wallet

where i violate my gloom

every morning at about four o’clock

running away from the loud snoring of her pussy

and its endless spout of dead semen

scented with cheap alcohol

long after the rants and screams

of the vulgarity she carries in her pouch

her fingernails marked vigorous trails

that covered my body like a street tattoo

and I wane under the thunder of her footsteps

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