Mind Fuck

Poetry is like a mind fuck  

If done right  

He said he loved being a cunt  
 

I believe him, his fingers reaching into my mind  

Plunging in deep with grit and wit  

Down and dirty
 

Mean and vicious  

I love a good tongue lashing  

It makes me feel nasty  
 

I think I write shit on purpose  

Just to get bent over and whipped  

I love mean poets they make me wet  
 

I'm laughing as I write this  

I don't know why  

I'm a cliche who loves to rhyme  
 

I mispell all the time  

I'm the monster of typos  

I want to write what I feel  
 

Though i'm an evil bitch  

Who smokes too much  

And loves it rough
 

Inhabition is a bitch with me  

No i'm not flirting  

I hope everyone hates this  
 

Tell me my poems are dishonest and tasteless  

I guess i'm a masochist  

Who loves a good beating