Because of Jimmy Carter and Guinea Worms

 I wonder how deep to dig this grave.

For the love of God it’s only been two days
and if I have to read another recipe you wrote
another cereal box prized word
TV show laugh track trigger
I swear on my vagina and everything holy in it…

This is MY typewriter and MY endless water
Keep the smoke and pimps away from me,
for I am hungry and will not relent.

And don’t think that I won’t waste this precious space,
one of two I get for every 8 hours,
to tell you that she doesn't love you
it’s all your parents fault
and you’ll never fuck a princess or a prince.

You’re not a gangSTAR or a sexy pixie bitch

You shit brown
Bleed red
and cry in the same way as I do

I say "WOW"
It's raining coca-cola, cop cars, fire engines,
quick
candy cane emergencies.

Ingredients mockingly added to a head exploded.
I  will relocate this cancer later, delicately.