"For The Day After"
I threw up and out.
I threw the stone up.
Had it lodged in my ass.
Don't mean to be crass but it felt like knuckles full of brass.
So instead of shitting it out, I threw it up.
So high in a clouded sky did it fly.
It's hard to believe but it did so relieve.
Like an angry volcano's seething sieve.
A loom's weave.
I don't mean to deceive.
Do I mislead?
Does it ring true?
What the hell do you want me to do?
Throw up this poem when it's through?
By Foo Foo The First alias Jon Billet -11.05.2014
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