He Slays Spiders for the Love of My Anus

I give up the ghost to suck post
His, of course; so no to your dick pics
I give up the butt, but for what?
For the way he writes me bad "potery"
I give up the pie, and here's why:
Because his mouth knows how to eat it
I give up control of each hole,
and he rides my rhyme of no reason
I give up enough, and it's tough
watching him make me sandwiches

-Holly Ann Sprabary

Poetry from A Bar in Brooklyn by Shane Windham
E-book and paperback coming spring of 2017

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