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The Truth is a Deep Dark Hole in the Earth
A Poem by
Phil Roland
It started out as erotica. Maybe it still is.
Morphine
A Poem by
Phil Roland
Ode to that special controlled substance
Jesus Came
A Poem by
Phil Roland
Sacreliciousness
The Penis's Lament
A Poem by
Phil Roland
Roughly half of my waking thoughts are devoted to oral sex.
My Painted Lady Falls onto the Forest Floor
A Poem by
Phil Roland
Honestly, I have no clue as to why I wrote this.
Leave My Eyes on the Rocks for the Birds
A Poem by
Phil Roland
Dreams of doing drugs at the edge of the desert.
Everyone Else is Robots
A Poem by
Phil Roland
I'm onto you. ALL of you.
The Muse as an Angelheaded Vegan Hipster
A Poem by
Phil Roland
She liked it. That's all that matters, I suppose.
For You I Will Write Like Hemingway
A Poem by
Phil Roland
Because 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.
Welcome to Tomorrow
A Poem by
Phil Roland
Early pretentious overlong s**t.
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