Wabi Sabi Girl # 2: A Story of Dirty Words I've Taught My Computer

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Your sister warned me about you, you selfish bastard, your self absorption, your utter narcissism, which is really your expression of oedipalistic self loathing isn't it?  Isn't it? But I dismissed it because you were so strange and I always think that under the strange or the exotic some wounded wisdom will be discovered and because you were a poet, or something that looked like one, and an exotic creature and the New Yorker’d published one of your poems as any mediocrity might get hit by lightning once in his idiot life - that one time I felt as though I were in the company of some kind of glory.  You’re only one out of a long line of failed gods.  

Oh!  And also -You have no grasp of trochaic meter and your poems suck.  That’s right.  Now I've said it.  Somebody has to tell you.  

Oh!  And also, I mean like really, that docked pentamic line in the second stanza about self contradiction?  You stole that from Whitman you fucking fake.  If the people at the New Yorker weren't such over rated, under educated morons they’d have caught your plagiarizing ass, fuck yes.  The next time you steal, stay away from dear old Uncle Walt.  

I swear to Jesus I will rat you out. Truth alone is sacred. Truth will always triumph over the great lie!  
*Blick*

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I have value you smug shit!  I am a human being!  The modern woman refuses to be erased!
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Or deleted!
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My voracious clitoris refuses to be tamed!
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Junie, listen, its Henry.  I know you’re there, okay?  If you weren’t such a physical coward you’d pick up.  Am I totally right? Listen Junie, I think I’m dying.  

You’re not a human woman, You’re a succubus, some tentacled lamia that’s poisoned me against all other women, but like a martyr of love I move inside you still. Junie I want you.  What I want . . . How can I say it . . . I think . . . what I really want is to . . . to . . . 
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Junie!
I want to lick my cream off
your blue waffle
Roll a tongue sandwich in
your meat muffin,  
Why you have to be so mean?
Here’s a stud wants to do your do
Wants to suck your sugar bean 
Suck it tight
Suck it all night
like a snake bite
Suck that poison right out of you
suck you squeal suck you grunt 
Put you in your place
While I wear your cunt
Glued on my face 
like a ham wallet gas mask.
*Blick*


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You want to jam
Your limp little spear 
up my rear?  Dear? 
That little dinkie you call a winkie? Huh?
You think you got the juice
To do my deuce
baby- baby- baby 
Spout that hot load of baby gravy
Like your prick, some kinda Moby Dick?  
like I’m gonna suck that snail?
Make you wail- 
Thar She blows!  She blows!
Fuck no!
*Blick*


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Even the moonlight
searches the cold seaward waves
lost Whisker Biscuit

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Heat, you'll never touch
Stars licking blood desert moon
Camel Toe Soufflé.

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My kiss will stop the silly things you say
My Yogurt Slinger will yet thrill your spine
I’ll lightly lick your Camel Toe Soufflé

Yes, I confess, this once my doodle went astray
In her bed, those condoms were all mine.
My kiss will stop the silly things you say.

Love thee?  Aye - Let me count the Vay Jay Jays- 
I would stuff your Sausage Hole’s Winkling Eye
I’ll lightly lick your Camel Toe Soufflé.

How I miss my Salami’s Hide Away
And how I miss your Bearded Beaver Pie
My kiss will stop the silly things you say

My Enchilada of Love swells and craves
To shoot my choot in your Hot Taco Pie
I’ll lightly lick your Camel Toe Soufflé 

For what it’s worth, your mom’s a lousy lay
She doesn’t move, she just won’t come, that’s why
My kiss will stop the silly things you say.
I’ll lightly lick your Camel Toe Soufflé.
*Blick*


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Oh my god Henry. 

Promise me, promise me you’ll never do that ever again.

Not just don’t fuck my mom behind my back anymore, but I mean don’t write these villainous villanelles.  I think you've lobotomized the right side of my brain. It hurts. I’m damaged.  I’m ruined.  Promise you won’t give that poem to the CIA for a torture weapon.  It’s too cruel.  God will smite you for this.

Okay, let’s meet.  Starbucks.  In the mall.

And wear knee pads, you bastard.

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