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Sylvia Plath's bitch, eat some aesthetic shit
cut your gum like it's bleeding spit
once it oozes
snap that trigger, smoke out bang
Sylvia Plath's bitch, here it is
swallow her if you can
ya think she's fine?
swipe and tore the air
bullet pointed, scratch that broken tire
the lead shines bright
tonight, it sparkles both
venom and glittering coal
stoked like danger, in the eyes
they linger
in the mind, they thrive
performative bitch
ya like her when she's progressive
doing literary figuratives and metaphorical
eat some aesthetic shit
sad to say
you found a vulgar
see where it leads you to it
it's rage, infidels
aim to desecrate, the most sacred
elegant sensibilities sounding nonsense
feed into the mouth of irreverence
mistaken by violence
rift through the litany of profane
base it down from the grandest of words
fuck that
eat shit, ain't it?
blasphemous for those who heralded
poetry like an objectified relic
excreted out of the earth's ass
Rochester knows some
Byron can cry
Milton thumbing down
him disappointed, mainly
while Chaucer stays drunk
spare me the fuckin' irony
the fanciful what-not of human psychology
as if you've drawn life
you're imitating life, conceited fop
you don't create one
unless you have womb
and labor like a woman
you don't, and don't even think your imagination could
romanticism doesn't lead to truth
affectations of a naïve one
obliterated and you'll find rubble
