Say fuck, he said
they love it—over and over
the obscene and obstinate,
it tickles them all across
their two-dollar intellectualism.
it will make them think you are
ghetto and have yet to climb the wall.
all the things they never are
yet pretend to always be.
so wear a golden nipple ring,
bend over so they all can see,
look at them with contempt,
to satisfy their ivory guilt.
and then read the graffiti of your poetry,
drop the sonnets and the anthologies,
and say fuck, fuck, fuck
over and over and over again
they’ll love it.
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