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I felt nothing
after reading your poem
probably my fault
definitely not yours
since you are the writer
and I am the reader,
the receiver,
the fucked,
not the fucker,
but really I felt nothing,
maybe it was the size of your cock,
or that you didn’t give it your all?
I asked,
“where’s the power?”
and all you could do was laugh,
shows how much you take your writing
seriously,
I wish I had felt something,
I picked up your book,
logged onto your page
for the reason of knowing,
but came away dry,
untouched,
like the girl at the party
too ugly to fuck.
I felt nothing
after reading
your poem.
definitely not your fault.
all mine.
- mike meraz
