so i ordered a rob porterhouse steak

so i ordered a rob porterhouse steak




so i ordered a rob porterhouse steak
you know
lightly thrashed on the outside
internally ruptured
deep inside
with
the customary
kellyanne conway
side salad
all the while pretending the hematoma
on the side of my skull
was
a crown of thorns.






sjw 02/13/18 inspired at this very moment in time by rob porterhouse and all these lovely barbarians pretending to be nice guys.





from the all new 'brutal series' of poems