Shank’s Mare
(Shane Jesse Christmass)

Posted on August 23, 2010 by in Heightened Talk

 

O boring dudes

step away from the bar &

let the rest of us get

to the Brandy

Stop holding aloof over

the full ashtray

Fuck off you fops, rise

me my intelligence

so you can’t brain me so

sluggish; dry skin, acne, blackheads

like a Syrian parchment

don’t hold our nuts to be ransomed

If our ears are so heavenly, they be

like cherry trees

If you can’t under-execute what

you wish to say

open the curtains

turn on the air conditioner & make

through with the sun to bone

us thoroughly by

O boring dudes let us

stream R&B over the internet

like a tepid heart of rock, no less

the milk twined like rope around

our ears

If your Y-fronts are as whitened

as watered silk

why are you even in my place of drinking?

go back to the suburbs, get behind your

lofty, smooth-walled castle

pleasure yourself!

Get on the horse of ten toes & leave!

 

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