It’s Not Easy…(a poem)

Throat callused The stank-eyes come in waves They’re too underdeveloped to comprehend Generational in-breeding Because no one else’s tastes as good as Momma’s MTG pull trigger, then poke fun at first grade math One plus one equals Don Nightmare fuel Hail-damaged tonsils Resembling microscopic mushrooms Cheeto powder on the inner thigh Yeah, that’ll get them […]