oh shit

oh fuck i just realized in twelve years
answering to child’s classmates
staring uncouth daggers or liquids of
an ungilded sort of teh wainscotting unmeant for
a Man of my not caliber but sort. unrefinery
of Orgasm Scent Resin Scent and
crooked clothes torn from apathy and
of Drogas they take precedentt

um This Fucking um Event Space
is full of ism’t and this, I can hardly abide
as in You Pushed Me to A Special Place
and i can hardly ease my buttons…
You say it all leads to something
But I don’t like to assume
and don’t like to talk to anyone
with questions in my bacc pocket

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from Flu Seazon and Others–published by The Creative Writing Department

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By Corey Qureshi 👍