Love Poems

The overpriced pharmacy that has one bargain

For Shir

Even though the gloves
Cost 14 shekel more
I buy it there
Cause there works a girl
Called Shir
And when she smiles at me
The 41 shekel gloves
Magically become a bargain

Marriage

Same prick
Same cunt
Same laugh
Some tango, ballroom
Maybe

Family

You can’t fuck them
But sometimes
They give you
A good hug

April

I have a girl
Who swallows my tongue
CP and all
Doesn’t take a dime
Calls me baby