Weekend Dog Water

the milk of monsters

it tastes like...

charming things

for sport, 

we drink it;

making dismay

into pleasure

on our own

with nothing really;

absurd and ready
irrelevant and "edgy".  . .

with the blood of cowards

very drunk off that and. . .

various

manipulations idiotic

at the local fair...

out of desperation

for survival

appalled, shocked and horrified

for a living

accidently... engendering 'feeling'

the same f*****g thing

with a different jacket

on a different diet

    how classy

(the milk of monsters)

the blood of prudes

d*********s 

a******s and clowns....

i'll make sense of this tomorrow.  

Author's Note