Telephone

I never asked to play Telephone but you Tugged at my strings until They broke, then Wouldn’t stop tugging At the frayed bits. I’ve had to get a New heart, since. What makes you think I’m going to give you My number again?

Poetit

I oft think Poetry should be Freely tended, like a Pussy that’s been Neglected, or a Tit you haven’t seen In nearly a week

Clothed

I used to feel empty Now I feel full I used to be angry Now I am consoled I used to be anxious Now I know calm I used to feel hopeless Now I am hope I used to feel barren Now I feel virile I used to feel alone Now I feel tiresome I […]