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Bad Poem #9: Love in the Conquered Mind |
Captain rules in my venereal disease
Exiles any tendency to be gentle
Wears the epaulettes of Good Friday
Gone dark
Fucks my soul in to a ratty mattress and
What not
Nurse confiscates my door knob
Bitter, better stand in ration lines
Fighting off infection
I obey the shadow’s law
No future
No lie to wild to spread
I bow beg pray
I didn’t kill my inner
Hyena
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M. Frias
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