My poetry

Please,
don’t call my poetry
Poetry
It’s an insult to the Masters,
My words
Are just a vomit
In the face of morality
(… and good taste)
Words of a perverted mind
Sick and damned
So, please, don’t call me a poet
It’s an insult to the Masters
Instead
Invite me a drink
And let’s get
Blackout and wasted.

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15 thoughts on “My poetry

  1. Wow, this is beautiful. I love the simple structure of the lines, and the empowering topic. Would you maybe check out some of my “poems,” or “writing” as you may prefer? I need an expert eye.

  2. Vomit of your thoughts IS poetry. Because those words are personified emotions. Something not everyone is able to reflect in sentences and words. You, my friend, is a bloody genius. And don’t you ever argue about that.

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