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Spaghetti knots

Onomatopoeia of a gut

Every day in summer

you will see the

most beautiful girl

steeped in sunlight,

and every day

she won’t see you.

*

People look down

on drunks

but drunks only look down

on people

like themselves,

the miserable, thirsty fuckers

who want more company

who want more drinks

which brings more company

and more drinks

ad nauseam, ad nauseam

add morning where people piss past

and grunt at the smelling shambles

of belonging

to something bigger

than oneself.

*

Fight the good fight

with low blows

and shots to the groin

because if you don’t

your snatch is bare, swollen,

ready to be snared

by a wire of a fist,

maybe mine

if you’re not too careful

and not too quick

because I’ll spend a little time

writing

about the blood

and onomatopoeia of your gut

and the good fight you fought

against the bad guy.

Every story needs a hero,

doesn’t it?

About kacperniburski

I am searching for something in between the letters. Follow my wordpress or my IG (@_kenkan)

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