out with the goulash, in with the lust

by jotadavida

Posted to Poetry on 2001-09-29 09:29:00

Two times she said
Drown that fucking bird
Instead
We ate
Two weeks later
I poured the goulash
Down the drain
What a shame
Let it spin down the drain
Kicked down the door
She and all my Enemies
Too much wine
Kept me on my knees
I’d say
Why
Why
Was she who never once went dry
Was she
Who said she’d make me pay
I’d pay, I paid
And look
I who never who ate
That Thanksgiving Day

She poked me with a burning cigarette
Sang me several songs of thieves
Danced her Soups of lust
Hushed like drunken thieves
We endured a room entered and lost
Full of gypsy necks and
Chicken hearts and
Who knows what

Problems
Gizzards
Cut off its fucking head
She roared
Lust poured forth
Between her cheeks
I killed that wicked bird

That’s when many of them left
My so called friends
And lust and lust
In cheeky women
Dung and dust
I licked the ashes dry

My last time
It was the best time yet


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