Stoopid
When you try to shove, what you yourself can't even prove, down a MF's throat.
When you slap some sap in the guillotine, for doing something you once did, thirty times a month, merely months ago.
When you leave a bar, and penetrate a stranger, uncovered.
You're being
Copyright © Mark Morris | Year Posted 2020
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