Fuck and Flip

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There was no black mask nor
nylon face distortion,
you stole me wide eyed
face red with wind sting and

a n t i c i p a t i o n

of you, my
secret undercover super hero fucker
of burlap and twine.

Catch is carry all.

this poem goes nowhere
it is not easy to say in a poetic way...

The door is unlocked
I am alone
come here fuck me twist flip and
fuck me again.

Nothing poetic
Tarintino wrote this scene
neck snap and thigh slap.

Fight beauty with fist and cross.
Fight truth with accented tongue.
Fight the good with betrayal.
Fuck and flip and do it again.