Meme Lord
give us a like dear
the body gets no rest
behind this swelling glass abscess
and next week’s podcast
the one you blocked
because something else
more than remembrances
makes fuckboys go mad with flesh
buried in mute drama
swallowed in listless indolence
& belched content
babies doing the worm on coffins
tear-suckling athletes
extreme sushi fatigue
& glorified misfortunes
you’re trying to feed something
i.e. everlasting war
on my behalf (ha!)
the photoshop blasts
your attention to ruin
(rejoice & click the link!)
(rejoice & click the link!)
(rejoice & click the link!)
simple pleasures rule America
I want to slit you
like a mouthless equestrian
brandishing lollipops
a kitten’s tongue
scraping your eyelids black
the symmetry of underfed youth
unfollowed & obliterated
put this cis dick on repeat
keep it alive by gripping
tell me it barely exists
in your thumbnail
that you’ll never visit
my page again
(ohfuckohfuckohfuck yes)
or whatever
deal with it
make me the brand ambassador
of loneliness
a vessel of joy & feminine brutality
spewing stock character macros
with limited engagement
confined bodies sliding
into non-physical adventure
selfie-flushed
these prisons sanitized
for memorable hints
of a larger void
i.e. the real authenticity
of our passions
my dying will be etched in screenshots
enraptured by a city of DMs
& unfiltered sunsets
forever convinced that newsfeeds
are superior to genius
drifted to sleep mode
i.e. a real tragedy will always
get mucho hits
hate to say I told you but
those buried hours
this surfeit of pain
a carpal fog inflamed
thick in every direction
when night is not night
& intellect is pantomime
strangled in self-interest
the browsing starts anew
& we contain
multitudes
Horror Sleaze Trash 
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