Bad Poetry gives me Bad Customer Service

Bad poetry stinks –
the smell of it repulsive,
like Rupert Holmes pina colada song.
My eyes talk to each other
they gossip over dildo-straps
& pork belly.
Oh! Wow! Look at the sea otter
and his T.V. guide of girls gone wild re-runs.

I have studied & analyze the human complex stupidity,
the verdict – Polyamorous infidelity swinger’s party.

Damn! I’ve got to check my brain for some good ass chocolate cake.

 

 

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