Are you lonely out there?
Seven-fourths T K one
eaten a hole in your memory,
how quickly we forget,
Rome is but a falter of mythology,
entertain thee, for this I have inserted a code
between the seventh letter of every entrance
to press a button or watch a screen
as every other one of us, us Americans
depend on this this much,
The smells you smell right now could be sterile,
you’ve fought so much, so much of your life
what you turn off in magazines.
Dare not walk away from a master or
DAR . . . DAR . . . DAR
his asshole has dingleberries
inside the navy blue shitters.
– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin