You burn me
by GC Smith
You burn me,
mother-fucker,
always pushing
your
credo
sans
credibility
It all
amounts
to nothing
but pap
that
you want me
to
swallow whole.
No way,
I'm not
listening to
cacophony
that spews
from your lips
like putrid
effluvium
coursing
though an open ditch
No,
no way
I'm
not hearing
your shit,
because
the simple
fact
of the matter
is
you burn me.
So, fuck off.
Poetry, prose, and other stuff meant for the reader's enjoyment. Web page at: Click here. My novels are White Lightning, The Carbon Steel Caress, In Good Faith, and Mudbug Tales; A Novel in Flashes, wit' recipes. My poetry book is A Southern Boy's Meanderings. CLICKY My webpage:
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