Haiku for the few people I’ve slept with properly
1. You’d fallen in love
I took you to a clearing
In the woods we fucked
2. You’re a secret, babe
That nobody knows about
I miss you, some days
3.Messy, clumsy three
My best friend and her boyfriend
Sorry I liked it
4. I like holding hands
But I don’t like you that way
Let’s fuck and smoke weed
What the fuck does it mean to be a poseur?
“Pretending to be something you’re not.”
How?
I’m human, I can’t pretend to be anything else. Whoops, looks like the furries are poseurs.
I’m female, wouldn’t care enough to be anything else. Guess that means trannies, cross-dressers and gender queers…
Schlampe
I’m yelling at people in a language I don’t know and my phone’s about to die and my charger is in my bag but I don’t know where my bag is so I’m wandering about the house calling out its name when my poodle, Happi, looks up at me and says, “You fucking idiot. It was right next to you the whole time”.
Fuck Islam, I have no guilt!
Oh, Allah
I stand before you as a raised middle finger
My mohawk erect and my weariness spelled out on my back in bold letters, both by cause of a can of aerosol that now lays in a soiled pit in the world you created
I’ve written my love for you on brick walls and in bathroom stalls
I’ve wiped myself with pages of the Qu’ran to prove it
I love you, Allah, and I know you love me despite my filth and rowdiness
And I know you love me because of it
Shits, regarding wether or not and how they are given.
I do not give a shit about how my peers perceive me.
I do not give a shit about how my family perceives me.
I do not give a shit about what society passes as normal, and I will never move to conform or rebel to that standard.
I do give a shit about the people I love, for though my love isn’t easy to attain, it is deep and irreversible.
Therefore, I give a shit about you. Please don’t make me regret it any more than I already do.
Fuck.
