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

sucking

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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