From “The Gospel of Ideas, Hostility, and Lies”
I don’t know that she’s a liar.
Cause she’s always
got a point. And yet sickness
drips from her lips
like yeast from her vagina.
You should shower me with love.
She suggests. Do whatever I want. Have the
Characteristics I prefer. So that.
So that. So that. Oh fuck
It. I don’t know.
Joe, have you ever been
emotionally raped, she asks lovingly
Hmm, I suppose. Maybe? It’s hard to say.
I don’t really remember things anymore.
Joe, that’s a clue.
Emotional incest. Read about it.
Write a poem. Use your ability to describe.
Behave violently. React. Wake up.
Stop being a fucking ghost.
I don’t know that she’s a liar.
Cause she’s always
got a point. And yet sickness
drips from her lips
like yeast from her vagina.
You should shower me with love.
She suggests. Do whatever I want. Have the
Characteristics I prefer. So that.
So that. So that. Oh fuck
It. I don’t know.
Joe, have you ever been
emotionally raped, she asks lovingly
Hmm, I suppose. Maybe? It’s hard to say.
I don’t really remember things anymore.
Joe, that’s a clue.
Emotional incest. Read about it.
Write a poem. Use your ability to describe.
Behave violently. React. Wake up.
Stop being a fucking ghost.