Party Animals
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i wear pink and blue chinese
slippers and i get pissed @ parties
i begin with a light topic and then
with the support of others
i move in, the tail of my wit arched
like my feet, ready, poised,
and with the littlest of ease
i prick them with my silver studded
tongue, the venom takes effect
almost immediately, and from then
on, my tiny comparison, so delicious
to the taste, grows into a tumour,
that will destroy and unhinge some,
especially those without a sense of
humour, and i do this of course
with the greatest of malice, call it
a personality defect if you will,
and the poison is clever and studied,
hung up on my sexual identity or
is it my ethnicity, i sheath and excuse
my offensiveness, so, so, new york,
and while others go through the motion
of talk, my words are measured
and calculated, sometimes a week
or two ahead, but no one can fail to notice
how it is all but a divine performance.
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