Best Ulcers Poems

I **** blood in the mornings, and continue my routine

I spit blood at night, and continue my routine

My stomach is in pain everyday, and I continue my routine

My insides are exploding

I'm in constant pain

I cry because of it

I see doctors for it

I can never get...

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I'm rotating in the sky. 
I saw your girlfriend cry 
when you told her why: 
that you were bi, 
and like to get high, 
and don't comply 
with ancient lies....

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It's like grinding-
Thistle-lips when speaking--
Trying to trample,

'Assumption'

Told us melancholy
With which; I wear
Knives-as-skin.

My Cerebellum-doesn't
Know-how-to
--Connect?

Channeling changes, 
You'd rather see
Becomes me.

I listen sideways; stepping
Speech--
I'd eat bramble branches
For impediments of you.

Screaming red-raw-thorns
As they skewer-
My throat.

I giggle blisters instead....

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I used to eat jalapeno peppers,
 banana peppers, and 
tomatoes galore.


Hot spicy and
 “oh my gosh” foods
 is what I simply and
 absolutely adore.


Prime rib? Okay 
but beef cake it in
 horseradish, and I mean
 straight, not in a
 dumbed down sauce.

My ulcerated esophagus
 and...

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