Don't you get mistaken
thinkin you got some sort of obligation
needing to walk me home or carry my crap

*****
****
*****
*****
Nerd
Punk
******
First words out of your mouth
On the last day of my life
So moments before I pass away
I'll take the time to write them all
On the skin you feared would give you ***
******
Transvestite
Dweeb
*******
Seriously?
You don't remember it
The moments we bumped into each other
In almost every bathroom
Stuffing my face into the fresh ****
You just so happenly dropped
And had all your friends **** on me
As you flushed the toilet over and over again
I'm suprised
You were just joking about it in 5th hour
So allow me to introduce myself again
Hi my name is...
Not going to finish the statement
You usually do with
Queer
***
Short ****
My name has become whatever you decide to call me
And never once do you ever use the same one twice
But today I've kept track
Every name
Every moment in my high school history
Hell even in elementary and middle
You've been there every step of the way
Bullying me even more
Pounding me in the playground
Well I guess I'll show you what you called me
With the bruised body you left me
But I'll finish this off with my actual name *******
My name is Robert Guerrero
I was a poet, the voice to all the people
You thought were your stepping stones to success
Now I'm the corpse you left nameless

i know one beard stroking ******* ******* ******* ******* guy
who always says
"whatever suits you"
in his dead-beat ******* voice
that just speaks of soft, white flesh
and greasy hair

and i've found that i hate that phrase
with every fiber of my being
because my mother did
whatever the **** suited her
and it killed her entire family

like what if what suits you is kicking puppies
or pinching babies
or molesting little kids
or wiping out entire races

like what the actual ****
you ****

well i did it, i beat the odds.
***** three years ago by an ex boyfriend more times than anyone can count? that's poor luck.
you would have thought i was all out of miserable circumstances.
you would have thought wrong.
because what are the chances i would feel comfortable enough to open up to someone about my abuse history, and they would take advantage of it?
what are the chances that he would react carefully and perfectly,
seeing his opportunity and taking it like the ******* he is.
so now i have two rapists. two.

i didn't accept it at first, i thought it was cruel joke.
it took a friend to tell me that yes, ashley, you were ***** to open my eyes
i haven't been able to shut them since
it has been two and a half months now
i think i'm only getting worse.

i'm in a downward spiral, i don't know where i am headed but i know it isn't good.

Pathetic Mess

I got egg on my face,
I'm a big disgrace,
hear my name slandered, all over the place

got stains on my shirt,
from last nite's dessert,
walking round with my head, in outer space

went to the store,
slammed my finger in the door,
everyone there, laughed and pointed

tripped over a stack,
of crunchy Craker Jack,
all contorted, like I'm double-jointed

called my girl last nite,
got into a fight,
she slammed down the phone, said I was an *******

drank whiskey from a glass,
got drunk on my ***,
smoked some ****, in an old hash pipe

then I couldn't get up,
got sick and threw up,
just laid there mad, I was really disgusted

then the cops were there,  
cuffed me to a chair,
you're ******* pal, cause now your busted

yes I am a mess,
and I must confess,
my pockets are empty, got me no money

need to remove this cob,
find me a job,
and oh yeah, a brand new honey

Gomer LePoet...

hey listen
you're my bestfriend an all
but girl...
if that kid was my boyfriend
i'd punch him in the ***** so hard
he'd be sitting on his *** in the middle of next week
wondering what the ****
happened
you don't give people ultimatums like
"it's me or your dream"
i'd say *******
at least my dream's better
in bed,
you
tent-pitching
*******

'tween dipthong and *******?
from ******* to *******
it seems coherent
which do you use to wipe
left or right
hand

I wash between so it don't matter
but, some people
eat right and wipe left,
it's more the sounds of a word
that tick, than meanings
sometimes

I've a cololrful example somewhere
buried between the coyest sounds
out in a field.

*******. Quit melting
my mind away, and cleaving
myself from myself.

*******. I'm losing
track of what I used to be,
all because of you.

*******. You're killing
me slowly, not with toxins,
but with my own mind.

*******. You've got me
hooked, confused, and lost inside,
outside my control.

*******. *******, you
self-destructive, sadistic
******* of a drug.

I'm just waiting for that check to come.
The world is burning but I feel numb.
TV is awesome and outside is dumb.
So I'm sitting here waiting for my check to come.

I'm holding my breath when I go to the store
And they're still out of paper, like the 5 times before.
But when that check hits, it's ******* galore.
I'll buy it all wholesale, it'll be a big score.

Just a few weeks til I get that sweet cash
Then it's Amazon Prime, Grub Hub and DoorDash.
I'm sure that this plague will be done in a flash
And we'll go back to life with our fat wads of cash.

So I'll sit on my sofa and watch the train wreck.
In my fortress of Lysol and standard-grade tech.
With my *** getting bigger and pain in my neck
Waiting patiently here for my stimulus check.

You never think you are capable of something until after you do it.
Yes I am talking about all that negative ****
I never thought of myself as a player
I thought if I had a woman I'd stay loyal to only her
But that doesn't even come close to being a cheater
I kept telling myself how much I hate that type
But there I was being a hypocritical *******
You never really know the kind of guy you are until you forced to see it
See it and just get
Get on with your life because nobody is perfect
And those that think they are don't deserve my respect.

I am auto
mathematically
my own biographer
reading journals endlessly
old love letters not burned yet
interviewed all the survivors
Parsed the ones from the remainders
the lies from the strangers
how they had dinner with you
and both your ******
waited outside hearing the
fists and words fly
said they were about to call 911
but thought better
took the dividends and squared them
with being
exponential
logged all the debits against credits
balanced the sheet wrote notes to me the CEO
and protested in the streets
with bold lettered signs
saying
how my corporeal corporation
is somehow female repressive
equal rights for all
and such representations
just all mango mentally managed by
my tangled self-analyzations
it gets complex trying to footnote
all the references
as I try not to plagiarize myself
knowing I copyright
my *******
before flushing it down

we make plenty of mistakes in our belief
intellectually we know these things are not true
but a deeper part of our brain is certain they are
we’re going to live forever
we won’t
we’re the same person we were when we were young
we’re not
our employer gives a **** about us
he don’t
our social media activity counts for something
not in the least
the president is more important than the first grade teacher
nope
he’s just some ******* who won the lottery
all these certainties swirling in our brain
gently nudging us over cliffs of absurdity

Proof positive  people are *******
In a pandemic they covet *******

Cleaning out the stores and starting to hoard
Welcome to a bad dream bordering on the nightmare of barbarism  

People pushing people shoving
One step away from full-on looting

An airborne illness keeping its targets inside
The world is closing its doors while the windows are wide open

You cough and a crowd turns their collective heads
The vulnerable are at risk and they cheer on the culling