If your sensibilities are delicate, don't read this
sick and twisted piece.
I don't know where these things come from - out of the night, I think.
u with it
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spam u with it
spray u with it
under
the stained sky in the
filthy rain I
stand and
watch myself spam
u with it
on the bruised horizon u stand
on the sunset line
I fly
staining the sky with my
filthy rain
aiming at your eye with my
germy spit and shit
but always
missing it
and what do u do? u
come over me
showers of hotsilver come
and I moan, and hope
but then u just
piss on me
from your height
and I bite my knuckles
suck slowpoison mud
crawl in the cave out of the light
Sorry about that. You were warned!
Janet
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Janet Jackson <[log in to unmask]>
Poems at Proximity:
http://www.arach.net.au/~huxtable/janet/proximity.html
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