Archived Poems

I want a refund that poem sucked so bad that I want a refund okay

fucked you in the past now we promise never to fuck you again

thought you were old and you were there is a hole now never gonna fill step up cannot even see the other side I can hear it though when I listen

on the porch with the swing in a room full of white people still speaking witch hunt literally god made me do it

told his 15 year old daughter to get breast implants it would help the modeling career

those people came destroyed this place rapacious billionaires the millionaire collective they got the money lets burn it all and start over just a phase

“you are the only thing I have” then the border guard took away her daughter it is an order from the president from the attorney general and I cannot believe I am writing this I am

eye of the spider I want to develop my mother’s habits quirky

what do you think you are saying for profit detention centers

time was a customer I am here to buy glasses we have water glasses wine glasses colored glasses we even have glasses for parfaits supervision that is what you have