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Grow-op

by Elizabeth Shaw

Two potty mouths were planted on skid row
when one shit disturber said to the other shit disturber

If your shitter had a flap which
it does
having taken a shit load
in

Should your shitter decide to shite UP
WAY up
the friendly GIANT load a crap
sandwich
dish over and out

What do you think would come of it – pop eye?

“Holy shit!
olive oil?
Here it comes!
RUN!?
It’s coming its coming!
GOD!!!!?”

DAMN it smart ass!
do you always have to
interject?

Give me some
QUIET why donchya?
don’t just SIT there
HOE humming!
Make up your sneezebox
TOOL!

Are you in?
or are you out?
Can’t you see?
the sky is the limit!
Let’s
BAG it!
who gives a crap
roll it
and fire one up!

We’ll be rich as all SHIT!
when we’re done
we’ll call it hmmm
that’s some good spinach

“hmmm
are you FUCKING CRAZY!??!!!!!”

GROW-OP!
turtlehead.

02/27/2015

Posted on 02/27/2015
Copyright © 2024 Elizabeth Shaw

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 01/25/17 at 11:16 AM

I love the freedom here, Mon Chere, and the language, unexpurgated and unbound and sure as spitting, is reminiscent in many ways of the way the dezinry dialogued and expressed themselves in Hoboken, New Jersey, my home town.

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