Diego Quiros

I could kiss the clouds if I tried.
I could, if I wanted to.
I could kiss you too. Try resist
me, bitch.

They took blood from my
Cock, to make Viagra.
Yes Cock is capitalized.
It should be, as God is.

You are all harmonica players
you blow, suck, and sometimes
even swallow.
Say it, you hate me.
       
You hate this poem, because
I am an egotistical asshole.
I am, because I can be.
So fuck off.

© Diego Quiros  2003. All rights reserved.

Third Edition ~Editors: Mia, T. Birch, PJ Nights and Kathryn Koromilas ~