oil please

my tenderness has gone tinny

test it:
open me up
yell something inside
listen to the echoes

great party trick:
toss pebbles at me
tink tink tink
drives people crazy

hung out with poets
drank a barrel of red wine
felt right at home

they love me
they always peel me open
giddy laughs at my empty chest

I’m one of them
we write things together
about death fisting gore

bad governments
hard drugs like beer
and white trash fantasies

I wonder how long I can go before I’ll need oil


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