Contemplating the clearance rack
that has a knack for directing
the scums my way
Weighing whether or not
to put myself on display
and risk that ashtray
conduct just to cop a cum
because all anyone wants
is to just cop a cum
tallying followers
with synthetic souls,
with those biweekly peaks
that skim Romes,
with the milligrams
to peek briefly
why own when you can rent?
why buy when you can pay by the mile?
so why shouldn’t I
feed in this frenzy
when my work is just as sleazy
as his words?
– B. Brown
So evocative… so much pain.
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