Four Poems by:
Z. Lustig
Dog Fathers
I ate her face
it tasted like
frozen peas
but I seemed
to enjoy it
anyway
Love Story
If I chew enough gum
then the bitch wont be\
able to catch me when
I run out back of the
shed
and fuck her sister
before she starts
to rot.
The Fight
She's dead now
The headhunter's hair
My last breath is taken by
a headhunter with the dread
gum disease known as
gingivitis. He has
golden feathers in
his redolent hair
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