Poetry is Gay!
I posted a blog a while back in which I shared my feelings about poetry. I won't go over the whole blog but it amounted to saying that I think poetry is mostly for the person who writes it.
I've always thought poetry was lame unless it was written on the wall to amuse me while I pooped or involved a man from Nantucket. Then a chick I was dating (who I like to call Lauren because that was her name) urged me to start writing.
Because I loved her and she didn't want to commit because my life was in a shambles at the time, I was particularly full of self-loathing. I wrote this poem during that time:
Take my Blood
For you it’s free
It’s all I have that’s pure
The rest is foul
Corrupted
My rotten mind
and mouth
Like poison
Filthy and Black
Like my eyes
That see filth
Which is naked
and crude
Like the sweat from my balls
A Poison dank tool
And I piss on my dreams
A piss that is poison
And all I have left
Is my blood for you
It’s free of the poison
And it’s free, Love,
For you.
I can't understand what about me turned her off. I thought chicks LIKED it when a guy writes them poetry.
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