Ant Smith

All poems

I fuckin' love it

I fuckin love it
When you shove it
Up me fuckin arse
With yer metaphoric madness
You're a shining star
Far too bright for mortal eyes
You transcend the living end
What magic moves your special sight
What secret message do you send?
Do you write with pen and ink
Or do you use your member?
With your spoken words in breaths
You're the last air bender
I really love your jokes and jests
I count you amongst the best
Of the fuckin dickhead set

Your poetry's just skin and bones
Your stanzas stand like standing stones
Your lines congeal like stinking turds
You menstruate your way through words