The next poem is going to be fucking fantastic.
The next poem will be amazing.
The next poem may very well change lives
starting with mine,
I swear to vag-licking GOD!

The next poem will speak to the masses.
The next poem will speak to the heavens.
The next poem will put together disparate concepts
and make them seem to be one and the same.
The next poem
may perform a concatenation of souls.

I have been waiting for over nine years
for the proper inspiration to come over me
so I can properly compose the next poem.
It’s been a long dusty
dry period
but I see a light at the end of the tunnel.
I’ve been seeking out the appropriate motivation
and I see it coming towards me – fast.

The next poem is going to be fast
and relentless
and sharply poignant
and beautifully rendered
in lipstick and oils.
The next poem is going to be life-changing
for me
– like I said –
but possibly for the rest of the world, too.

It’s gonna be grand.
It’s gonna be great.
It’s gonna be finished competently.
It’s gonna be started
sometime soon
after I leave the DMV.

NEXT!