8 13 on a bet
-met an iron man at the cholesterol factory
Large and tall,
with noisy teeth and nipples.
I always try to negotiate with evil types
cause I know evil’s
just a word
when I drive the right nail home
and give a manly ultimatum
and stare him down
tell the motherfucker
he should have stayed in the army
insulting my
chic drinks
the ones I use
to balance the beer out
the testosterone dripping
from your
sweating fat
a violation of all that is attractive
and
I'm poised to smash this fucking bottle
over my knee
and go into a stance
like a matador
Chris Baribeau’s bastardry with words can be found in various print and online zines.