POETRY BY KING WENCLAS
I didn't know when I strangled you
that you couldn't take a joke,
swollen tongue drooling
over my teak wood coffee table
imported from Asia,
eyes bulging unattractively,
staring at the ceiling,
you used to be pretty,
now your wasted life for having known me
is soiling my carpeting.
-King Wenclas 2011
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Wednesday, March 2, 2011
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