And here we are looking down a ***** bowl shitstains streaking a carnivore's sticky trail from someone who couldn't be bothered to add sufficient fiber to their diet or at least give a ******* courtesy scrub convinced it was somehow too Marxist or too woke And we were doing so good at the gluten free Fitting really I guess

Zuck the Cuck
and
Musk the Husk
and
Bezos con Pesos
all
bereft of spine
each
vying in line
and
itching to dine
with
the **** swine
sip
their fascist wine
from
hate gilded stein
aback
Gueros sin Huevos
all
hooded at dusk
in
rusty testicled trucks

subscriptions
prescriptions
fictions
suspicions
and opinions
but nary
a *******
solution

Witchy gray
on this
Stevie Nicks day
betwixt this
froggy soup
of a bay
and its
tributary of
cricks
choked with
denizen ******
plying their
tricks and
getting their
kicks with
cherry fresh
wicks and
Nikki Sixx *****
in the gayest
of ways

******* poets are we
slinging
crying
and singing
misnomers and malaphors
scratched into rust-colored doors
smeared in intestinal gore
across **** sticky floors
papered in Charmin strewn moors
like the wastelands of yore
distended and sore
wretching on all fours
expelling the night before
cheap ***** dripping from every pore
praying for death or horrible more
clinging
tingling
barely blinking
desperate to be free
of this porcelain soap box
its dysfunctional lock
the ghosts of **** dripping *****
and passed kidney rocks
unwelcome janitorial knocks
and quizzical stall walks
amid foul tossed jocks
and the occasional **** crusted sock
doom scrolling TikTok
and its bizarre philosophical flock
of fame addled crocks
helping dislodging this ******* gut block
thinking
cringing
and cramping
just needing to ******* ***

They took all my ****
and I didn't really care
So thought my dream self

enwombed
among the
sullen pine
gritty
grainy
grungy
with
past friends
of mine
here we stand
where once
we fell
to
buckskin glove
and
pitchfork tine
on
needled duff
drunk
on
honey wine
alone now
among the
sullen pine
entombed