by Zachary Mintz
Enough! those in whom we’ve sown
our trust have caved, come
to naught like stalactites,
sharpened dangers set to pierce all passerby
Left to coalesce lest someone
Discover you Flaunt!
I just can’t wait for the day
your balls get caught
in the zipper of your lies.
God forbid
They think you’re masturbating.
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