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by Jolie JordanI'm calling you out
in public bathrooms
complete with dried piss underneath porcelain
and flower-baskety bullshit paintings,
your precious suicideface tucked into your sleeves.
I'll find you curled up in her vapid cunt
like three week old milk
yellowing and sour in a glass on the kitchen table.
You never meant shit to me. 01/05/2007 Author's Note: 1 of 2.
Posted on 01/05/2007
Copyright © 2024 Jolie Jordan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Paul Lastovica on 01/05/07 at 07:18 PM ouch. that's all i can say for this. wait, no. let me emphasize: !!!OUCH!!! that ought to do it. |
| Posted by Cristy M. on 01/12/07 at 10:21 PM fa-vo-rites. file. done. (god, i feel like i wrote this and, since i didn't, i feel like i should've plagarized this and handed it to some ex and said, "see? you're a $#%@.") |
| Posted by Anne Boulender on 02/02/07 at 12:59 PM this is pretty interesting (in a good way). i like the precious suicideface line a lot. |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 04/29/07 at 06:30 PM I really can't decide whether it's the excretory or ejaculatory juices that offend my flow of feminine sensibilities...but seriously, this is solidgold shit...(I just hope you never have to eat your words - ha! :) |
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