a new masterpiece, forthcoming in Joe Massey's Fondue Thong: Poems & Stories:
plan: slather / my knob in spicy / sugary beef sauce / and then call the cops / because it's going to catch fire / and ignite my entire Tori Amos / world in flames of flavor / I savor your terrorist titties / and buckle and break like the foundations / of a bombed building
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Whatever you are trying to communicate here with this creepy-poetic post, I have been laughing out loud since reading it.
So thank you for that. Odds favor you being pretty cool to be so in touch with your inner twist that you would make such thoughts public.
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