Speaking to Your Asshole (Because Your Asshole Was Speaking)

Poetry wants to have talk with you

It wants to know

Why there’s chalk dust on your collar

It wants to know

Who you’ve been having ‘discourse’ with

When you go out writing

Before I said bow down

What I meant was bend over

Poetry wants to have a talk with you

Come now

Bend over poetry’s knee

This is going to hurt you

More than it hurts me

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