And God saw everything that he made, and behold, it was very good?
not a bird
not a plane
just a mortal descending
bruising the dirt
superman QUIT
hung his cape up with the rest
thirsty veins lust the needle
hands append to metal arms
and liquor lips shine from leftover crumpled cash
no shoes no shirt no service
love n’ service for naked poverty?
NO
just sex n’ service for sleazy strippers
tap that
serviced oh so good and hard
and superman just stands there crying in an open landfill
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4 comments:
nice. sad.
Vawy nice.
That's some heavy stuff.
I love the last line. (and no, that doesn't mean i don't love the rest of them...just that i really really love that last image)
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