Three Gene Poems

Simp for God

crow from the loquat tree
what’s your place
in the human centipede

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Grandpa Indian Killer

“Whoops!” our white ancestors said
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Man has an ass

like lumped charcoal, bro
please don’t break heat,
don’t break steam,
for minutes, hours— Be still, bro
be smooth, the margarita in the machine
bro— Let’s piss a hole forever