There’s nothing hotter
than an ex girlfriend
or a sweet piece of jazz;
Nothing tastier
than a best friend’s wife
or freshly crushed Xanax.
And at the end,
they’re all comparable
to a priest’s unholy love
for altar boys
and the valley girl’s false one
for sunset walks.
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I think you just cracked thunder. I am surely waiting for lightning, especially because of these lines:
“hotter
than an ex girlfriend
or a sweet piece of jazz;
Nothing tastier
than a best friend’s wife
or freshly crushed Xanax.
And at the end,
they’re all comparable
to a priest’s unholy love”
This is rivetingly gripping and gives one a sense of anger in the last stanza. Great piece!
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shockingly delightful!
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