the nature of the enemy, by Herman Shorts | poems, essays, and short stories in Poeticous

Herman Shorts

Herman Shorts

the nature of the enemy

if i stub

my fucking toe

it’s their fault

so say i, and who

could argue? you almost

certainly don’t even know

they exist, you poor sap

so your opinion

may as well be

some drool

on a retard’s chin.

not my job

to wipe up.

(2014)

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