Bi shits revisited


keep a gun close by you dave
i read your review

don’t be surprised to wake one night
with half a yard of lead pipe
across your throat

you bitch in academic drag
don’t call us no we’ll
call on you
surprise surprise

the face at your locked window
smiling gentle
i could have told you she’s the moon

bad karma will follow you
all the days
of your
wretched distinction

and i will dwell
in a bard’s house forever
missing you not the least
for your long absence

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