Meth Queen

My life is stale and I am really bored
I wanted to be worshipped but was whored
And you present yourself as if a gift
The expectation I will finger lift
I’m lazy and suspect I am a cunt
And every man I meet I judge a runt
Myself I am the cream see how I rise
A floater in the shit that I despise
The queen of all surveyed I piss on you
My golden shower has a toxic hue
I’m high and I’m not coming down too soon
December I’ve been fucked since early June
Eternal magic crystal ever last
My life is almost certainly a blast

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Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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