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The Writer
I carefully typed out
Your love, a cascading serenade
It read your anus is candy lemonade
I flinched upon reading what I had not written
Never could I type such scurrilous lines
I shook my head, regrouped and very carefully typed out
Your flaxen hair like silk caresses my soul
It read your wet cunt lips plush drools in pools
Deeply perplexed I know I did not write such lasciviousness
Am I going mad, I thought
This can’t be happening
What will I do?
What will my publisher say?
OMG the advance to pay the rent
I told myself get a hard grip
And very very carefully typed out
Your eyes are azure waves of loves adoration
There, I said, “see all is well” as I watched each letter print out
so very conscientiously
“Thank gawd” I thought,
Perfect
Barley blinked and looked down upon my work only to read
Your mouth a tender trove
