bath in dying skin cells and cocaine
residue in the lovely almost tropics,
moistness much like the sweat in agathas cloaca
swim in the sea of cuban immigrant sorrow
painted on white shores where hope shrivels to die
under the shade of fake breasts
and infected snatches.
eat shit, florida. and die.
eat yourself, you half turd from a dogs ass of a state,
waiting to be pooped into the ocean
- a really good poem by hurb
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