Molly’s favorite piece of shit
Succeed by face and tongue
In these hostile times
A lifting wind
Sexual as a corkscrew
All human events
Not the first time
Sardines for the poor
In a different light
Climb up your tree
And grow
Walk into footprints
On the somber path
Choose your moment well
Be sure to take pictures
Being ripped apart
By savage words
Of struggling poets
Mine is bigger than yours
See how many comments
There is not enough room
To hold the kudos
All the memory is used up
Someday, they will erect monuments
Of tinfoil
And bubblegum
To mark the grave
Where the great poet lays
He was molly’s favorite
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