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Sunday, March 6, 2011

Love Got me Going like a Fat Gold Watch: Love for my Femmes Blew the Whistle Loud!

Sappho why do you Dwell in such Verses?
The Universe was not made in a Poem.
It was Emptied in a Vase, A Vasquez
complete with Tools to Fight all the Horrors
of Intellectual Femicide, Suppress
the Fat Whore, Follow her Home, Slash all her
Papers, her Books, her Blooms, her Breaths.
We will not have this. No Not Will not Have.
The Dumpsters Have Arrived, the Poisonous
Chambers of Hate, Rage, and Dull Indolence.
Enterprising Votes and Vetoes for a One Drop
Authority? Take Two. Each Iamb Slug
makes a Deep Goo in Calculable Meows.
A Kitty for Me a Kitty for You
even BEtter Yet if we Utilize
the Silent Tnelis BibliotzKrieg None
will Philosophize on Garbage from DownLow
(you know she's a Poet? Sensitive Hoe.

This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

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