Text Me*
Brick me in with boxed up wine
Asphyx me with your cigarettes
Strangle me with anal beads
Bleed me out with kitchen knives.
Text me.
Maybe I will see.
Text me.
I think it's all I need.
Text me.
How hard can it be?
Burn my skin with hot wax, baby
Let the fire spread.
Kiss me with a nail gun
As it pierces through my jaw.
Text me.
Maybe I will see.
Text me.
I think it's all I need.
Text me.
How hard can it be?
Go Orwell's 1984 and put
A rat cage on my head.
My brain will be its sewer system
Isn't that just great?
Text me.
Maybe I will see.
Text me.
I think it's all I need.
Text me.
How hard can it be?
*A trash romance poem based off Call Me by Blondie
I'm sorry, but all I can think of is Mr. Weiner's weiner sexting scandal(!)
ReplyDeleteGreat write, though.
Oo that. I'm getting a bit tired of the media coverage.
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