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domestic insanity

It's like eating mangoes

Sloppy

Juice on the chin


I don't have to ask you

If you know what I mean


Mango juice runs down the forearm

It's like watching pornography

For three days straight

Spending parents' money

On pizza delivery

Videogames

Masturbation

Pornography

Gluttony


I wish I didn't know

How to write this poem


Made possible by the invention

Of walls and property

And inherited wealth

A good time at home

By yourself

While death waits

Almost a mirage

In this mild climate