ON VERNACULAR

Mama’s horny

and ma cumpewtah bout ta die

and I can’t see no poetry on the horizon.

so why you be stallin?

Nothing like a white page

to make you feel empty

filthy lazy animals

sniffing for holes to fuck

There’s something disconcerting

about a loose pair a lips

the way they flaps out happy

like that

I don’t even know what dis shits about

but I’m rollin in it.

like sweet puddy on my fingers

and I’ll carouse all night

so why you be stallin?

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