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| ***BIO*** Shane Allison is a poet, fiction writer and anthology editor. His most recent erotica anthologies include College Boys and Hard Working Men, both from Cleis Press. His new collection of poetry is titled Slut Machine and is available from Queer Mojo Press. |
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| Big Punkass |
| by Shane Allison |
| You are such a punkass All anti-social held up in your room Chain smoking, only coming out to take a piss To make yourself something microwavable in the kitchen You big punkass With your scratchy morning voice From all the cigarettes You like show tunes What a punkass thing to prefer You talk to no one and no one likes you Come out here and face me like a man you punkass If I ever see you I’m going to kick your punkass All over this apartment building Just because you are nothing to me Nothing but a great big punkass Only a wussyboy would leave notes under room doors, Pink, punkass post-its on the medicine cabinet mirror About eating his food. So what if I eat your cereal, Drink your apple juice right out of the carton? What are you going to do about it, Call your mommy? Tell the landlord? I don’t care. I do what I want around here You punkass I wash my ass with your lavender bath gel It was me who ate your last frozen fish fillet I did it to piss you off Because you are the big punkass I can’t stand I’m going to pulverize you, Stomp you into nothing You punkass jerk You make me sick More than sick More than sick could ever make me You are a great big punkass And I’m taking it upon myself to rid the world of you |
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| June 2012 |
| 138 |