Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

i ripped her fucking heart out
clean out -
well, not quite, left a few roots in there
and those roots in there
they hated me for the rest of her life

she died without telling me
just up & died and
not even a "fuck you, asshole"

she's been dead over a year
and i'm still paying my
penitent dues
like i have done for decades

from this vantage point
i can say i would have much preferred
the simple "fuck YOU, asshole"

a simple "fuck YOU, asshole" is
quick, clean, over, & DONE with

a "fuck YOU,asshole" is priceless

believe me

Death: The ultimate, fuck YOU, asshole! Nothing left to say, nothing that can be unsaid.

Cool poem Mingo... reminds me of my dear friend Larry, who died suddenly..very few men realized what a valuable adversary he was. Most women loved him, I think.

I know I did.

~A

Thx, ~A, you're right too.

Her mother went to her grave cursing my name.
It was a short story by isaac bashevis singer
or so it seems to me now
or maybe it was a novel
Penitent as the Magician of Lublin

well written piece of writting
thanks for writing Steve.
just riffin dont mean nothing

you're welcome Jack, glad you liked it.