my brother wrote the killer line in this poem*
i was never free not for one second well maybe
writing a poem at Bacchanal in Nola husband+a bro
drinking ghostriders then later showing Monk Boudreaux
my pocket pig🐷
did u know pigs represent fecundity big time? piggy
banks just a bastardization of the fecund goddess
pennies from heaven? or worshipping mammon?
*(here comes that killer line)
but if i cover my eyes can u still see me? can u see me
cutting the last cord that keeps me in captivity umbilical
first cut then quickly fused to matter final cut will be a
fucking rodeo
with Mark the Rifleman’s son presiding + Rabbi Monson too
he who said: every year after 70 is a miracle! and also
during my Jewish divorce:
if he wants to remarry he pays half no free rides
but Rabbi i cracked him open! Monson grabbed my collar hard
if you give it for free you slave in a kitchen
husband in question has yet to claim his ghett
so should i charge him? or ice him? if i cover my eyes maybe you won’t
see me collecting the schvartzgelt this poem is not PC
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Winter 2021
*JMA married in the same basement room of my ghett should begin his memoir posthaste