Potshots at the Canon
a cannon cannot breach the canon
Each and every sensibility I know
refuses to come off life support:
fuck a DNR
Is anything more obscene
than tonsils in a jar?
A tooth out of the mouth, perhaps.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
I'm a subversive weirdo nerd witch who loves rocks. Intrusive rhyme bothers me. Some of my fiction may have provoked divorce proceedings in another state.😈
My words are mine. Suggest ai use and get eviscerated.
MA English literature, CofC
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Hm, interesting piece.