>Cunt Games

15 Feb

>she spreads her legs
over the town
open like Mickey’s D
in a 711

her lack of worth
her terror
apparent

to trap
them
with a clap
and sap
and a rap
of you’re
the only
one daddy
to every
cock
of the walk
shit talk
and festering
ooze
cooze
floozy

but her scab
dries
her lies
grow flaky and thin
falling off
like a fetid
band aid
and everyone
begins to
see the scar
beneath
marred
bar parked
unsheathed

and

nothing
but sad
and
laughable
in her wallered
out
twat
rot
bingo

© 2011 by Micael Chadwick
All Rights Reserved

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6 Responses to “>Cunt Games”

  1. David Allen Waters February 15, 2011 at 2:44 pm #

    >dark, seedy, brilliant!

  2. Micael Chadwick February 15, 2011 at 4:27 pm #

    >I seem to be haunted by one.

  3. Pat Tillett February 16, 2011 at 1:12 pm #

    >"wallered out twat rot bingo"Not exactly a ringing endorsement! I think I'll avoid this person! Strong words…

  4. becca February 16, 2011 at 1:14 pm #

    >wow sure you don't know my sister-in-law

  5. Micael Chadwick February 16, 2011 at 1:20 pm #

    >Must be related, Becca.

  6. Charles February 16, 2011 at 5:55 pm #

    >I like how lyrical this is… it takes the edge off of the explicitness just a touch so that I can find myself imagining meaning and circumstance instead of finding myself recovering from a textual punch-in-the-teeth.do you have a consolidated collection of poetry somewhere?http://arealgoodblog.blogspot.com

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