if you are too drunk to fuck you
also can't quite write the poem that
Bukowski would jack-off to or a real
poet like that vaginal pimple Mr./Ms.
___________ or whoever the fuck
would with their smooth faces and all
the facts straight when they crap them-
selves a little bit just to be published
because the whole world is almost dead
and it's a little more fucking that will
straighten us out so I will try to go deep
on the down stroke inside you holding
back shooting the good news that the tiny
pliable skeletons will only scramble the
eggs if I give up on all this shit and that
won't ever happen because I hate life