puke (dedicated to the critics…God knows we need them)

your writings are like poor puzzles to me
you puke your poems from great heights
and they splash gross upon the ground;
were you drunk when you wrote them?
it’d take a forensic pathologist to break the code
how’s a guy supposed to know what you consumed
that made this partially digested verbal shit-storm?

maybe i’m just sick…
maybe my leavings are not tea leaves
for your personal prognostications
just get a mop and clean it up
or let it dry, hold your nose and move on,
move on to a cleaner place

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