to milk

“ if you don’t live it, it won’t come out of your horn “


that was Bird.

that was a statement


not a fine piece of writing

fished off

from the very heart and soul of the flesh

who walked the line and never got back,

others withered away.


get a life.

write about it.


yeah, every poet is a thief

but nobody said


just stay there, don’t move


from your safefuckingdistance

and do some more

of that


on those tits


what yer

best buds

will surely call


p – o – e – t – i – c


l – i – c – e – n – s – e


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