the last thing kentucky needed
was another drunk invading
pink skinned german
go back to your home
or some other indiana
you are the blue eyed
quick to fry
canned spam
of my unwritten poetry
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tired hooker
better heads
have prevailed
the veil irreparably torn
upon considering
your invitation
a notion
while provocative
shiny in it’s candy wrapper
evaporates into ether
when the reality is unfolded
i see another woman’s panties tucked under your carriage’s seat
so i’ll save these glass slippers for another knight
as a matter of fact
the mere idea of taking your coachman’s hand
makes this cinderella
feel less like a princess swept off her feet
and more like a tired hooker