I don’t trust anyone
People are always telling me this is a problem.
I have done it a few times
And it never ended well
People blamed me for my misgivings.
People are cunts
You don’t have to have a cunt to be one
It seems like butts are also cunts
Like a package deal
If you have a butt, you are a cunt.
The logic is solid.
I feel like the next place a writer might go
In a poem like this
Is how I can’t seem to open up
Since all the world is cunt
Including me, of course !
But the thing about cunts
Is that if you’re nice to them
And you crack jokes
They open right up, sometimes even
Squirt all over the place.
I am no different
I am the same as all you cunts
I laugh, I cry, I piss, I squirt
And sometimes I’m a huge disgrace.
I don’t have problems opening up, however
I mean look at this fucking poem
It’s basically a cover letter
For a job
On being a massive, on display, bleeding hearted
Cunt! Born and raised
If I had a self image–
You know, besides just an empty space–
I’d picture myself as a cunt
Beautiful, soft, curiously spaced
Why is the clit there?
Why can’t it be on my face
Where my third eye should be
If I wasn’t such a proud participator
In heteronormative patriarchy
I’d put my cunt right on my face
Right where everybody can see
A cunt is a cunt, transparency is key
I trust in myself
More than anybody
With me, you get what you ask for
Nothing more, nothing less
I won’t give you a fake smile
I won’t wish you the best
I know I’m a cunt, I don’t pretend
I have no morals, traditionally at least
I live by a personal code
All of you have failed the test
You are all cunts,
Insisting otherwise is denial,
Patronizing and belittling
We all have buttholes
Buttholes are cunts
Stop being a faker, bitch
We are all cunts,