Saturday, April 10, 2004

Another Short Poem Tipples and Topples


If you don't keep a tight-enough sphincter,
You might get it in the end
Or your teeth might fall out or your tool collapse
Or your testicles go up inside of you and refuse to come out
Or everything you think and everything you are
Might daily be published in a brainless Blog with your name attached
Or nude photos of you be televised prime-time to everyone you hate.


Current draft: 04/08/04

THOUGHT FOR THE DAY: "I saw that pain itself was the only food of memory, for pleasure ends in itself." -- Lawrence Durrell (Justine)

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