Poem # 2

These poems belong to me; steal them all you want, just don’t make money off of them:

Some night....
when we are all having a good time...
just as the mood is set and we are closing the deal,
i will vomit vodka and blood all over your new shoes!

Poem # 1

These poems belong to me; steal them all you want, just don’t make money off of them:

i wrote you a poem
to tell you that i think
that you're nice
and sweet like strawberries

here is how it went:
dear you,
how i love thee!
from, me.

and then i sealed it with a kiss
i mailed it on a rainbow
i put some glitter on that shit too
all for you...