Last beer of the devil horned

Or:  I’d put half my calories in your ass but I won’t adopt your kids

Belcher sort of me and blinking. God I
thought I sought some better bliss than this.
A devilry caught me mid-stride seeking
lords that carry the godhead mid-leg.
I’ll split a marriage in vivisection,
won’t I, this inherited robottery.
Sick and lording I’ll carry on reckoning
as the South taught me licking its
manifold lips how folks not to do
will do, and will carry on doing proudly.

Oh, a title Steel Reserve does not make.


~ by Jeremy on May 26, 2012.

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