PAPER CUNTS
Paper cunts
Origami xxx
Roll up a newspaper
Easy phallus, beginner strokes
How’d all these flies get in?
Downplay the hierarchy
I woke in a bad way
Grimace, furled brow
Growling at it all
Want some grilled grouse
Roasted red potatoes with garlic, olive oil and rosemary
On a Montana patio
With my Uncle Jim
And a cellar full of wine
Disgusted at this new world
And why i woke the grimace
My brother’s usual humor
Ain’t all that funny today
Do not understand technology at all
Fail at it more each day
And the gremlins laugh
Knowing exactly what
They’re doing to me
How about a tuna sandwich?
Should at least stop the growling
Of my stomach
Nah
Why settle?
I know a place of libation
With food
Should that libation not erase
A comfortable, darkly-lit space
They all think they know my name
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WHO IS CAPTAIN B?
Captain B. Seafarer. Lover of shore leave. Collector of heads. Disseminator of tales. Twitter: @NPeligeiro