Phil Roland
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The Truth is a Deep Dark Hole in the EarthA Poem by Phil RolandIt started out as erotica. Maybe it still is. |
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MorphineA Poem by Phil RolandOde to that special controlled substance |
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Jesus CameA Poem by Phil RolandSacreliciousness |
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The Penis's LamentA Poem by Phil RolandRoughly half of my waking thoughts are devoted to oral sex. |
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My Painted Lady Falls onto the Forest FloorA Poem by Phil RolandHonestly, I have no clue as to why I wrote this. |
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Leave My Eyes on the Rocks for the BirdsA Poem by Phil RolandDreams of doing drugs at the edge of the desert. |
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Everyone Else is RobotsA Poem by Phil RolandI'm onto you. ALL of you. |
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The Muse as an Angelheaded Vegan HipsterA Poem by Phil RolandShe liked it. That's all that matters, I suppose. |
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For You I Will Write Like HemingwayA Poem by Phil RolandBecause at least half of all male writers only started writing because they heard that girls liked artsy types, and they couldn't draw worth a damn. |
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Welcome to TomorrowA Poem by Phil RolandEarly pretentious overlong s**t. |