[from PORNOCRACIES]
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I feel like biting somebody
Against the bedpost
I know a lot of people like myself
Who like myself sometimes
But it's hopeless to
Split affairs into hair
Colors I'm always thinking about
The next porn and not
The porn I'm with
If I think about it
I would say that that
Is the key to my psychology
The perfect insertion
Can't be just one insertion
Everyone has lots of insertions
Inside of him or her
But I've never been
Inside of anyone
If you know what I mean
Then explain it
Back to me please
* * *
All day and a night
I'd like to yank down my pantalones
But what's the use of abusing
You when there's no give and take
Possible for the race of
White pages I know
If I want affection
I should go to the bank
And stand underneath the cameras
If I want a good meal with friends
I should call up mother and ask her
To watch TV with me long distance
Which isn't sad
It's technological
And even since she died I don't
Believe in life or death
Sentences or these words either
* * *
Hope lied about where it came from
Tee he he what else
Is in me but queer song
In the morning I eat a lot
Of apples with their tags still on
In the afternoon I might
Steal a leaf from the neighbor's
Tree and in the night
I might climb onto the garage
Roof to get a better view
Of the neighbor he has a lot
Of friends who bring him gifts
And sometimes they play
Loud music and sometimes
They sing and I sing
And sometimes sometimes
Separates the idea
Of dying from death
If and only if I'm able
To lie daily I'm able
To kill something that isn't me
Before it kills me
This is terrible that
I have to make such rhetorical
Turns sometimes that
Turn can turn into a tune
But not a very good one
The good ones move me
And that's a shame
Because I'm moved to sing
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