Monday, June 11, 2012

You Know Who You Are

With a club,
you beat the dead horse that you had probably convinced to kill itself,
and then write about its mutilation in its own blood,
using its severed veins as ink bottles.
So Little Slugger,
now that you made it clear that you feel liberated, grown up, and independent,
would you mind figuring out why I still don't give a shit?

--Dr. Pen Name

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