Non-Erotic PoetryMessialcoholYou who slay,
vomit,
and play.
You super-soy sauce,
You rainbow clay.
You chemical cage,
that holds savage,
poet, and king.
what is this torture
and what does it mean?
Soon I will vomit,
feed my earth to a comet,
run out of wine,
and cannibalize line.
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