because i drink luck like whiskey
you rifle through my
coat pockets looking for
words saying i am
the wolf that had
sex with your sister
because i drink luck
like whiskey you say
you have to keep at it
or die like a
flower in the corner
of a party either
is fine if they
come with devotion i
say give me a
poem like that and
i will help bring humanity
back to the bomb
because that’s what’s required
here it is the
only way to love
and to make love
i am the muse
of the dead the
world’s song hums through
my cock
© 2008 John Dorsey
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