Sometimes It’s Better to Kill the Pretty
a poem
Those poets that know they’ve millimeter missed the fatal geyser jugular too many times to count are the ones I want to read.
Pretty is pretty and I respect the art and time, but for me it’s Buk’s passed out ass with a compound fractured jaw shooting through splintered cheek skin as he drools blood and vomit through a slimy sewage grate that makes it real for me.