Fast and Loose
He asks if
I’m still writing
That gay ass poetry shit
I’m on the phone
In the grocery store
Parking lot
Mind you
So I ask him
Over the din
Of everything
Are you still dating
Those big black bucks
And pedaling your ass
For speed in the riverbed?
Let me tell you something
If looks could kill
Nobody
Would own a mirror
Or maybe they would
And I could relax
And live my own life
From a place of love
And talk shit
To my homosexual
Retarded friend
In peace
David Burdett
5/10/2024
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