Poem Number 19481

Scorn, tasteful scorn

The usual stuff is baby shit.
No, really. Something I have not learned to clean.
I am studying, for my own personal benefit,
pattern of the female scorn.

There are legends. Legends I tell ya. Horrific.
Really bad shit. Like ... very fucking scary shit.
I mean ... she like ... and all ..

It is horrific.

Especially, after she blows her load on you, and you just shrug and say 42.

Look, I'm not a sadist. just ... um.
Oh. There's this great movie playing ... apocololaypse NOW.

Somebody's head get's cut of and shit. By a | Really do I have to keep writing this shit some more?
Where do I fucking publish? People keep saying I should 'publish' - well, fuck you - where the fuck?
Why is it so fucking idiotic? Are they trying to be invisifuckingble?

Scorn, which I learned. From women.

Women's fucking scorn.

-fr0