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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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