Don’t Eat My Feet (a poem)

Feet and Cock

Feet and Cock

If I had to choose a body in this lifetime,
I’d make sure it wasn’t lame.
If I had a way,
to choose my dying day,
I think I’d go out in a
motherfucking flame.

Don’t pull off the bandage
slow, bit by bit.
Rip it with a grin.
cuz it’s better to be hit
by a brick…
from 50 stories thick,
then to be nibbled away
bit by bit…
from the shin.

Don’t eat my feet.
they’re mine, these sweet feet.
You can nibble and suck them
and lick them a beet.
but you best keep your teeth off the rind.
Hit me going 80 in a motherfucking tank,
just don’t drag me
slow from behind.

The Foot Man

The Foot Man

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