the poet that i am, i have collected two brilliant pieces of verse
(my definitive collection, i would say) for you to enjoy
without having to look all over the place; they're both right here!

sex with you
sex with you is like a plum
i mean, my penis is like a plum
in that
it always comes out of your pussy swollen and purple
i am afraid
that you have aids
please
don't shoot the messenger


the challenge
freeman makes totally awesome crafts from popsicle sticks
and rapes with kindness the innately pessimistic
freeman is slow to work and quick to the dinner table...

his penis is a tsunami housed in a fake can of peanut brittle
and you can play his clavicle like a violin, this i assure you
he doesn't own, he rents
but maintains proper renter's insurance (or does he?!)

the microwave radiates for him at the mere push of a button
butter melts in it
he takes the leftover waste before him
and employs it to grease the pan he is most certain to utilize

who will eat these muffins?
who will help me bake this bread?














let's do this more often
let's do this again
you're like an acquaintance
which is much like a friend

like a friend