The Philistine Review

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Brown Treasure (Concrete Poem) (Content Warning: Disgusting)

Look away if you want. You’re the one who clicked on a poem called “Brown Treasure.” Disgusting!\ / \ / x x The ~bz~ brown treasure smears my teeth and I lick it when I go to sleeeeeep. The wormy turds satiate my hunger for I have now become a…

Look away if you want. You're the one who clicked on a poem called "Brown Treasure." Disgusting!

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The
~bz~ brown treasure
smears my teeth and I
lick it when I go to sleeeeeep.
The wormy turds satiate my hunger
for I have now become a true shitmonger.
They fired me from my high paying job cuz'
they caught me inside the septic tank. I wasn’t staring
at women’s underwear, I was just eating what
comes from their derriere. ~bzzz~
The people laugh when they smell me
And they say I don’t got no family but I
have a family inside my mouth, of little pin worms
wiggling about. They squirm through my teeth and whisper
that I’m not alone. Don’t be alarmed my dear
friend, For I am sure we will talk
again. And when we do see each other once more,
Just be aware that I will always, always ask you for
that delicious brown shit which comes out of your plump
little ass.
~bz~

~bzz~ ~bz~

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