It is What it Is

listen,
I don’t mess with words
   just eat me ..
   my cunt is a metaphor ..
so why
   call it poetry, she said ..
and when
   done, you can discard me ..
take me,
or leave it, there are still
a few fish
   left in this proverbial sea ..
where else
might we drown, come on
   dip a toe ..
I double dare ya and then
I will surely,
   go down on you too, okay ..