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God and i
sat at a bar
in the darkest
part of harlem
and sunk back
tequila shooters
deep into
our throats
all night until
the grotesque,
slutty looking
barmaid started
to look
like you
know who
and i had
the courage
to ask him why
was the world so
grotesque?
and he told me
in-between
heaves of vomiting
and tag teaming
that barmaid
that the world
was so because
we made it so
and no amount
of prayers
were worth
answering
if we
were
just gonna
fuck it up
anyway.