you can eat it but it tastes like shit

 renegade hearts
hands shake
 
whores
 
 
they make a better hourly rate
but you have to be able  
to stand the taste
 
she says she knows what the game is
i've got ten bucks on number 4
but it's not like her to say these things
the nights get longer when she's gone
 
and all the little poets cry
look at me  
i'm special
i'm sad
kill me
 
but no one cares
this poem won't even get read  
unless i say it's erotic or explicit
my pride wounds me greatly
i'm so fucking great
well you're still reading
but i'm leaving  
it's late