Writing exists outside of you, it exists as everything it is, if its morally ambiguous, if it could be an innuendo, it is what it is, if it could be a metaphor for life, this journey, and what composes it, the roads from heaven to hell, then yes, that’s what it is, its everything it has to be, and it exists outside of me, its like a baby, floating on your phone screen, read me, taste me, eat me, it’s a vampire's meal, red string, your mom's thong, such a lovely thing, such tasty meat, I'm getting hungry, I'm such a sinful creature, so evil, tainting so many things, one of the best things about working, is interacting with all the virgins, you have to be nice, you have to be polite, it’s a work environment, its customer service, if you really want to dissect it, I’m like a male prostitute, offering my knowledge, my personality, I’m such a gentleman, I know, it was a pleasure working with you, next time your printer’s not working, think of me, feel a tingle in your pussy, the devil laughing, heaven is hiding, so much can be contained in the mundane, my character is so average, but I'm telling you, this place is haunted, blood flows through my veins, so many mistakes to make, just to get here, no, you can’t avoid it, there is a test on Friday, don’t remind me, oh no, life, you have things to do, choices to make, who you are, you’ll have to decide it, maybe you’re gay, what do you think of pigeons, are you interested in learning about venom, special juices, holy water flowing, secreting, its deadly, do you want a taste of it, I should go into teaching, I would teach psychology, get with all the dirty nursing students, yeah, you know they’re attracted to it, the same as me, I have a type, I could be doomed to marry my nurse wife, but that’s the future, I won’t worry about it, just a virgin complaining, I need a girlfriend, anyways, what’s the truth of this poem, its me finding your mom alone, what I do in my privacy, away from prying eyes, it was so dirty I had to post it online, I bet I’ve crossed a lot of lines, the cookie crumbled, and we landed here, the audience, shaping this poetry, I haven’t thought about it much, but this is a form of harassment, sure its free, but maybe once you read it, you can’t unsee it, maybe its just candy before the rape, temptation for children, come in my van, the dark side has cookies, Vater, the sexy waiter, oh my, how I would love, for her to spit on me, this poem is getting away from me, art is such a great beast, I’m honestly such a gentle person, with mild anger issues, but its art, I have to go in, my whole pussy out, if I have to be a demon, I’m doomed to be dedicated to the part, just Maitreya, lead me away, find the balance, your piece of pie, someone call hierarchy, oh no, your father fucking your sister, words, the mind, can be such a dirty thing.

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