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A Metaphor For Killing A Mother By Quincy Kmetz

Writer: Tin Can PoetryTin Can Poetry

CATTLE FARM.

TAKE BESSIE BEHIND THE SHACK

HER CREAM FROM REARING HAS BEEN RENDERED IRRELEVANT

WE NEED BURGERS OUT EAST. STAT.

WE HEAR THE JAPANESE WILL EAT MORE STEAK.


A DEAD DOG BLOATED ROTTING IN THE SUN ON OVERDRIVE MINDSCAPE

COME FOR A GOOD TIME A GOOD DRINK A REASON TO THINK ON A MEMORY

FLYING ON AUTOPILOT I AM PULLING IN CLOSE TO BEING SOMETHING TO

YOU

WANT TO CALL YOUR OWN

TAKE ME OUT BACK AND SHOOT ME

BEAT ME IN, SHOOT ME DOWN, CHOP MY FINGERNAILS OFF

STAY IN THE BOX IN THE ROOM KEEP BREATHING BUT DON’T LET ME

KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE

CALL ME OLD FASHIONED

HOW ELSE DO YOU KEEP A BITCH?

LEAVE THE LAST ONE BASKING IN THE SUN

BLOATED

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