Every Sock
Posted: April 1, 2016 Filed under: Poems | Tags: anxiety, cheers, cum, depression, diagnosis, filet o fish, George Wendt, mcdonalds, poems, poetry, relationships, sex addiction, socks, text message, the washington post, trichotillomania, velvet rage, washington post 1 Comment– – – – –
Today’s selections were featured in “The Weekly Cossacks”, as well as “Gutter Burger Magazine” and “The Washington Post”.
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Diagnosis
I have depression
anxiety
sex addiction
trichotillomania
skin picking disorder
unwanted thoughts syndrome
delusions of grandeur
suicidal tendencies
an empty bank account
a bow-legged stance
hips that don’t quit
Rumours on vinyl
a closet full of child mannequins
Ikea furnishings
an endless supply of boogers and cum
candy
two lamps that work
one lamp that doesn’t
two clocks that work
one clock that doesn’t
a repulsion towards lists
wine I left in my friend’s fucking car
two ex-boyfriends
a thousand ex-flings
the velvet rage
a regal gift card
fun socks
house socks
reg socks
immaculate feet
a 2004 Toyota Highlander
some ratty wigs
a combative relationship with AT&T
four bags of german gummies
a quarry of regret
a canyon of self-doubt
a trench of straight-up feelings
iridescent white boy eyes
no prospects
no hope
no love
no god
no thyroid……
………………….
I’ll have the filet o fish, please.
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Every Sock
Imagine
every sock you’ve ever cum in
wants to kill you
so you
stop
buying
socks
but then it’s like
fuck,
your feet,
they’re so cold
so you consider going to the sock store
AGAIN
and even the thought
is just so
DAUNTING
but what are you supposed to do?
Not wear socks?
Ever again?
It’s so fucking cold
and you need something
to cum in.
So you buy new socks
but this time
you ask,
“Hey
what if
later on
I decide
that I wanna throw you away
and you decide
that you wanna kill me?
What IF, ya know?
Do you think that could happen?
Do you think
you’d ever
wanna kill me?”
but then you must remember
it doesn’t matter
what the socks say back
because
they
are just
socks.
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Cheers
fuck your fuckin cummy
tits
leaking runny eggs
under water
on fire
naked
sobbing
sucking off
George Wendt
and
fuck it,
the entire cast of Cheers
while your asshole
blossoms outward
oozing juices
red
and brown
and your dog
laps it all up
while you piss on the floor
and drool down your
neck
you jizz-stained dilettante
mephitic bundle of rape
busted barnyard bitch
sweaty slab of excrement
shard of stunted puss meat
you lava lamp cunt
jk lol u up?
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