(overheard at a promise keepers gathering)



i drink the puss

of the earth

and spit it out

in an orgasm

of rage



i take wet noodles

from the sky

and smash them

on my face

to hide my tears



i flail my wife

with her own

ragged soul

until she smiles

with my teeth



i do these things

for you lord

so you

will

love me



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