The difficult life of a carpenter’s son.
this guy is just another
heart and lung disease,
sexually transmitted
through the winter breeze.
with pale, translucent skin
like raw blue cheese.
they say he plays his life
like a suicide squeeze.
they say that he might love me,
i say “bitch, please.”
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